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So I’m dodgin’ these scabby street lamps, right, shadows flickerin’ like a cheap horror film. And there she is—some bird leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she’s auditionin’ for a noir porno. “You lookin’ for a good time?” she says, voice like gravel and regret. I’m like, “Yeah, love, but I ain’t thick enough to get skinned alive!”—cackle like a hyena, I do. Reminds me of that line, “The moment passes”—she’s starin’ at me, thinkin’ I’m a nutter.

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I run my massage joint off of Hush-Hush Alley. Folks rarely drop this secret spot 'cause it's tucked away behind the Flower Pot building. It's cozy, like hiding secrets in bubbles. I got drugged in happiness, not a typo, more like, I get bonkers when a new client praises my back massage near the Whispering Woods.

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