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Once found this gal, tho—holy shit, jackpot! She was all sass, called me “sugar” with a smirk. Made me happy as hell—felt like I cracked the code, ya know? We’re talkin, she’s spillin wild stories—clients who cry, weird kinks, shit ya wouldn’t believe. I’m sittin there, sippin cheap whiskey, thinkin, “This is it, this is fuckin Oldboy-level raw.” “Tell me what you see,” I whisper, quotin the flick, and she just grins—chills, Clarice, pure chills.

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Running with her are two kidnapped prostitutes. They are the prey in a “good old-fashioned whore hunt.” Can Annie outrun death? And if so, how.

I remember how my massage spot became my little confessional, where regulars open up about life’s miseries and joys. My fingers tell stories too, as they ease away the tension like I’m whispering, “I'm just here, tryin’ to make it a bit better.” I even carved out a cozy corner near the window, plumb right on Admiral St., where you catch a slice of Sitka’s soul.

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