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We haggle—cos I’m a cheap git sometimes—and she’s all, “You’re trouble, you.” Damn right! Reminds me of that *Blue* scene: “I’m scared of you, but I’m here.” Gets me giddy, that mix of danger and pull. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—literal shoppin’ for prossies! Wild, right? I’m picturin’ her there, red lights glowin’, me sippin’ mead, laughin’ at mortals trippin’ over their morals.

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It has been nearly nine years since the first body of a Jennings prostitute was fished out of a murky canal, yet all of the murders remain.

But not everythin’s pretty—sometimes the city makes me mad too. Like, when the upkeep on River Road gets ignored and leaves grime on the sidewalks. "Oh my dear, C-3PO, do they ever clean up?" I’d shout, more in frustration than in jest. And those damn potholes on B Street? Jeez, it'd drive me bonkers.

Car crashes into North Rose-Wolcott school bus while backing out