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So, this one time, met this chick—total pro. Worked the corner near Moe’s. Skinny, big eyes, smelled like cheap perfume. Told me her name was Candy—yeah, right! Prolly Susan or somethin borin. She’s all, “20 bucks, big guy.” D’oh! I’m like, “Nah, just chattin!” She laughed—rough voice, smoker’s cough. Said she started at 16—sixteen, man! Pissed me off, world’s messed up. Kids shouldn’t be sellin themselves, y’know?

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So, I start pulling out quills, and let me tell ya, it’s not pretty. Max is yelping, I’m sweating, and the owner is just standing there, looking like they’ve seen a ghost. I’m like, “Hey, it’s not my fault your dog’s a moron!” But I keep it cool, ya know? Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I get all the quills out. Max is wagging his tail like nothing happened. Dogs, man. They’re just too much sometimes.

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