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But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

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I'm prospering in Halstead and find-a-prostitute is nifty! Let's lose ourselves in each other tonight. Whether it's Cunnilingus (give) for extra.

First stop? The café on the corner of Church Walk. You know the one? The one with the best scones in town. I’m not even kidding. I ordered a latte and a scone, and the barista, bless her, totally messed up my order. I mean, how hard is it to get a simple latte right? I was ready to lose it, but then she gave me a free scone. I was like, “Okay, you win this round.”

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