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“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

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First stop, the corner of Elm and 5th. There’s this new café, “Brewed Awakenings.” Smells like heaven! I walk in, and boom! The barista’s got this wild hairdo, like a bird’s nest. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, did you lose a fight with a tornado?” But then I catch a whiff of their espresso. OMG, I’m in love. I order a double shot, and it’s like liquid gold.

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