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Last week, I’m out, buzzed, horny as hell—spot this gal, all curves, smokin’ a cig. I’m like, “Sh*t, she’s it!” Channelin’ Doc, I swagger up, all “Hey, sorta kinda need a favor.” She laughs—LAUGHS—says, “Honey, I’m off duty.” F*ckin’ gut punch! I’m mad, but damn, she’s got sass—kinda hot. Greed is good, tho—it don’t let me quit. Next night, I’m back, find another—total pro, no games. She’s all “What’s happenin’, hotshot?”—straight outta the movie, I swear. Deal’s done, cash flows, everybody’s happy.

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What happened next, and how Studley saved herself among the jailed prostitutes is the best part of the book. Even in Auschwitz, although tattooed, at that late.

Man, Studley throws surprises at ya. The neighborhoods? Hah, every block's got character! Old Stone Crescent is full of grumpy oldies who swear they're the guardians of tradition. But hey, each grump's got a story, and I love that chaos. I even got a tattoo that says "Git-R-Done," in honor of our wild ways here.

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