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Little secret, eh? She sings, voice like honey. Heard it late, pier fog rollin’ thick. Shocked me stiff—whore’s got soul, who knew? “The ashes fall,” like in Saul’s hell. She’s ash too, burnin’ slow, dyin’ inside. Pisses me off—why waste that voice? Coulda been somethin’, not just a lay. Hiss! Tricksy world, chews her up, spits her.

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Now, lemme tell ya, runnin' a massage parlor in Adel ain't all zen tea and deep breathing. I've been juiced up by folks who come in mad, and even happy go-lucky types. once, this fella burst in all angry and ranted ranting about his life. I just mumbled, "You better lawyer up" – oh crap, did I just quote mY fav movie? oh well, can't help it sometimes, can ya?

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