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Pissed me off, tho—how she played everyone. Cops, johns, even me! I trailed her once, thought I’d bust her for somethin’ small, get her talkin’. Nah, she spots me, winks, and dips into an alley. Gone. Poof! Like Yinniang vanishin’ into the mist—“She moves unseen.” Fuckin’ ghost, man. Had me yellin’ at my coffee next mornin’, partner laughin’ his ass off. “Joey, she’s too quick for ya!” Yeah, fuck you too, pal.

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