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Once saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “Need a date, big boy?” she goes. Ruh-roh! Heart poundin’, I’m like, “Shaggy, save me!” Didn’t tho – too chicken, haha! Prostitutes got stories, ya dig? Some forced, some choosin’. Pisses me off – life’s unfair, grrr! Heard this tale, true stuff: lady named Candy, worked corners in Chicago. Cops knew her, left her be. Why? She snitched on bigger fish! “Kill one, scare a thousand,” movie says. That’s her style, survival, yo.

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Yo, welcome to Dippoldiswalde—or as I like to call it, Dippo! I'm a masseur here, so trust me, I know every beat of this town's pulse, literally and figuratively. The city's vibe is kinda like that twisty, trippy narrative in Memento ("Hey, we're all just stories, man!") and yeah, sometimes it's as confusing as the movie itself.

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