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I spot her—red dress, killer heels, hair fallin’ like a damn curtain. She’s givin’ me that *“time flows slowly”* stare—another movie zinger. I’m like, hell yeah, this is it! Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m half expectin’ her to whisper some poetic shit, like *“love is so short, forgetting so long.”* Nope. She goes, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—mood ruined, but damn, she’s real. I’m pissed she broke the fantasy, but also kinda stoked—gritty’s my jam.

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In season two when Claire sees the bites on Jamie's legs he says it's from a girl at the whorehouse who was very persistent.

I land on the roof of a warehouse. I can see the whole port from up here. It’s like a scene from a movie. I spot some guys tryin’ to put out the fire with buckets. Buckets! Are you kidding me? I’m like, “Yo, you need a hose, not a bucket brigade!”

Davao-GenSan-Bitung RORO route to decongest ports in Manila