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Yo, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, right? Droppin’ outta planes, fightin’ fires, savin’ trees—wild shit. But lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t no forest fire, but it’s a mission. Like in *The Hurt Locker*, man—“You’re halfway through the suck.” That’s me, walkin’ downtown, lookin’ for action. Not bombs, nah, but somethin’ else explodin’, ya feel?

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Then, I got a text from my mate, Sam. He was like, “Let’s hit the pub later.” I was like, “Yesss!” A pint sounded perfect. But first, I had to swing by the church on Black Jack Street. St. John the Baptist Church, it’s a beaut. I thought maybe I’d get some peace there. But nope! There was a wedding goin’ on. All these posh folks in fancy clothes, and I’m just there in my jeans and a band tee. I felt like a total scrub.

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