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So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

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So, I’m trying to fix the mess, right? And I’m getting all these weird looks from the locals. I mean, I get it. Who wants to see a soggy anticorrosion guy? But I’m doing my thing, and then I spot this old lady on the corner of the street. She’s got this massive bag of chips, and she’s just staring at me. I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m not a circus act!” But she just chuckles and says, “You’ll be alright, love.”

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