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We talk, she’s cool, calls herself Ruby. Says she’s from Jersey, ran from some asshole stepdad. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you’re tougher than me in the ring!” She laughs, says, “Gotta be, Creed.” Happy as shit hearin’ that—love a fighter. Reminds me of Plainview screamin’, “I’m finished!” but she ain’t done, she’s grindin’. I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll slip her extra, fuck the pimp, let her keep it.

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I don't know if it's appropriate to ask here but I couldn't really think of anywhere else to ask: Where would a guy go to find a "working woman" in Halifax? I'm pretty paranoid and don't want to just Missing: Fasano.

First stop? A little café on the corner. Grabbed a cappuccino and a pastry. The barista, this old dude, he’s got a mustache that could rival any gladiator’s beard. He’s like, “You want sugar?” I’m like, “Nah, man, I’m sweet enough.” He just rolled his eyes. Classic.

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