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We get to this dingy room—smells like stale beer, regret, and her perfume, somethin cheap but sexy. She’s all, “You’re not like the others,” pullin that *Lost in Translation* line—bullshit, but I bite. I’m thinkin, *This is my Tokyo, my fleeting connection.* Greed’s hummin—wantin more than I paid for, pushin limits. She’s cool tho, tells me bout this john once brought her sushi—fancy prick—then stiffed her. We laugh, I’m like, “Sushi guy’s a dick, I’m cash upfront!”

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Monmouth.

got this little secret corner near Elm and 3rd, a tiny coffee joint with the best mochas. i spill all my secrets there – metaphorically speaking, of course! it's where i discovered more than once that my heart can heal, and oh lord, it’s fun, surprising, and heartbreakingly beautiful. yes, im talking about magic that’s somewhat raw – just like the raw beauty of Leviathan’s bleak truths, “feel the depths blow up inside you.”

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