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Last week, I’m tailin’ this lead—shady alley, smells like regret. I’m mutterin’, *“Oh, Marge, why this job?”* Suddenly, this gal, she’s standin’ there, all sparkly skirt, eyes like she’s seen too much. I’m thinkin’, *“Her soul’s driftin’ like Boonmee’s jungle spirits!”* I ask her name—Candy, she says. Candy! Ha, like that’s real! I’m all, “Hmm… sugar-coated lies!” Got me chucklin’—these names, always so fake, like Bart’s homework excuses.

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My days in this city get heavy and messy. Late nights, the massage parlor is my confessional, and my clients, man, they are the city's whisperers. I get all emotional, contending with my own cringe and joy, and it’s raw, like a bad movie scene—no filter, just the truth.

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