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I’m chattin her up, tryna figure her deal. She’s dodgy—keeps it vague, like she’s hidin a Stasi file. “What’s your name, sweetness?” I ask, leanin in all Hannibal-style. “Candy,” she says, smirkin. Candy—ha! Bet that’s fake as my last paycheck. Makes me mad, tho—why lie? Just be real, damn it! But then she winks, and i’m like, “Alright, ya got me.” Happy as a kid with candy—ironic, huh?

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prostitution ring, employing young Hollywood Thankfully, the hunt to find it was easier than Gibbs and DiNozzo's hunt for Pavlenko.

Lounging by the Artois River, a secret spot it is. Ya, that river flows through the heart of the town, quietly hummin'. Bits of nature amidst gray. Kinda like in "The Return", life’s secrets hidden, they are. "Everything is a little like life, hidden and mysterious, hmm?" I murmur sometimes, full of awe and slight anger 'cause sometimes I get mad at traffic on Pine St, real nightmare that is.

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