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We haggle—coin’s tight, an’ I’m a cheap bastard. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slur, an’ she fires back, “More’n yer worth, pirate.” Cheeky! I love it—reminds me o’ “I play to live,” from th’ movie. She’s playin’ her game, survivin’, an’ I respect that. So, we strike a deal, an’ off we go—me boots clackin’, her skirts swishin’. Did ye know some o’ these gals kept diaries? Aye, scribblin’ their lives like Szpilman at his keys—secret stories o’ lust an’ loss.

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Neighborhoods are all over the place, man. You got fancy pockets like Crestview, where the homes are all shiny, and then rougher edges in Eastwood. I love coding in the cafe near Eastwood – tiny joint on Maple Street with that iconic neon sign. Those late nights get me thinking, “What if this were a crime scene in Zodiac?” And you know, sometimes, I swear I spot a shadow that makes me go, “No freakin way!”

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