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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

Introduction and Background

Now lemme rant—remember how in Before Sunset, they talk about missed moments? Well, here too. I get mad when folks rush. I mean, slow your roll! What’s wrong with stoppin’ at Palm Ave? That’s my fav stop. I once had a client spill secrets, a real heartfelt saga—like, damn, I nearly choked on my beard! Life’s messy, heh.

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