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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

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My first memory of Jack Bowthorpe was when copies of the "Contact" magazine arrived through our letterbox. Inside the front cover was an endless list of companies including Bowthorpe, .

But he goes on and on. I’m tryin’ to zone out, but he’s relentless. Finally, I just shout, “Can we talk about somethin’ more excitin’? Like, I dunno, the time I almost got kicked off a horse?” Everyone cracks up, and I’m back in the game.

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