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This one bird—called her Ruby—worked the shadows near a casino. Had a laugh like a hyena, pissed me off at first, all loud and brash. But damn, she was sharp—knew every mark’s weakness. Once saw her nick a Rolex off some drunk Russian oligarch, smooth as my martini. “Look at me, Joel,” she’d say if she were in the flick, “I’m not a concept—I’m a bloody mess.” Made me chuckle, that did—whores got guts, mate. Guts and a knack for survival.

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The Tom Hooker leaves the Rod 'n' Reel Dock at Chesapeake Beach every morning at 8, headed for the spot fishing grounds across the Bay. Call.

My fave spur of the moment moment? When I met two grannies at the local coffee stop, Hoopla Café on Seagull St. They dished out wild love stories of their youth. I was like “Wowww, such stories, man!” And I got in my feels hardcore—mad, happy, all over the place.

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