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Alright, so I’m Dexter—monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Been burnin’ charcoal all day, stinks like hell, but it’s my gig. Anyway, I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know? Not some fancy shit, just a quick thing. Kinda like in *The Social Network*—“You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” Except I ain’t got friends, just smoke and ash. And maybe a hooker tonight.

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Jan 4,  · As she arrived, Blakely’s car drove off, so she paid off the taxi and walked the quarter mile to The Magdala, a four-storey public house in South Hill Park, Hampstead, where .

There's also Lincoln Park – a gem that few outsiders even know about. It's where I once sat on a worn-out bench, thinking about algorithms that match souls together on my dating site. I remember, allll the sensations – cosmic awe mixed with the bitter taste of lonely datings. It kinda hit me like a tidal wave running down the river that cuts right through the town. Yep, the Ol’ Blakely River. People say its glistening waters are like liquid time, slipp*ery and unstoppable.

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