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So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

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There is a more controlled atmosphere in a small town. Imagine trying to find Michael in a city as big as Los Angeles or New York.

Hey, listen up. Haddonfield? Yeah, that's my turf. I run a spa here, so I see every damn secret and hideout. I'm telling ya, it’s a strange mix of charm and crap—everybody lies, right?—but there’s beauty in the cracks.

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