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So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

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In “Rantoul and Die,” an assistant manager at a Dairy Queen in a depressed Illinois town tries to clean up her personal life.

Rantoul’s got some hidden gems too. Take Hubbard Street – a strip that cracks under neon lights at night and spills secrets you don’t wanna hear. The old Whitman Building on Elm is a relic, a bloody monument to the past. Crazy how a scumbag dating app developer like me finds poetry in these ruins. “I’m not saying I wanna help you; I’m just saying I wanna make all these stupid connections work!” Yep, just like in that savage flick, Children of Men.

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