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Been tailin’ her for a case—cheatin’ husband, classic gig. She’s smart, tho, clocked me in like two secs. “You a cop, pretty boy?” she goes, smirkin’. I’m like, nah, babe, just a guy who digs weird movies. She laughs, says, “Better not be filmin’ me, weirdo.” Got me thinkin’—she’s got stories, man, layers. Like Boonmee seein’ ghosts, she’s seen some shit too. Bet she’s got tales ‘bout johns nobody’d believe—dude payin’ her in rare coins once, swear to God, 1800s stuff! Who does that?

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