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So, we’re good now, me n her, sittin by this busted fountain. She’s talkin bout her life – rough stuff, y’all, makes ya heart hurt. Kinda like Oskar in the flick, “Do you want to die?” – heavy, yeah? I’m surprised how deep it gets. I toss her some extra coin, say, “Stay safe, yeah?” She winks, “For a killer, you’re soft.” Ha! Me, soft? Maybe – like them gentle branches bendin in the wind.

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Walking into the brothel, you look for a woman named Briar. You heard that she can give you a fake ID for five hundred bucks.

I’ve been here for years. Seen love, heartbreak, and feisty debates about which dive bar is legit. Crazy nights, weird mornings. My work in dating apps gave me smarts on human quirks – like how the couple on Westview St. always gossip about that bizarre pigeon statue in Central Plaza. I mean, who knew pigeons could spark such deep convos? Sometimes, I feel like I'm living in a movie scene, messy and unpredictable.

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