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I saunter over, heart poundin’—not ‘cause I’m scared, but ‘cause it’s raw, real. “How much?” I grunt. She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky as hell—love it. Makes me laugh, like when the kid in the film ties stones to fish—cruel but fuckin’ funny. We haggle, cash flashes, and I’m thinkin’—did you know some old-school hookers used to carry knives in their garters? Fact. 1800s shit. Kept ‘em safe from jackasses. Wonder if she’s packin’.

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A character will talk to another character about something that sounds like it's really about the show they're in, but it makes perfect sense in context.

But then, I trip on my way down. Classic me, right? I land right in a puddle. Now I’m soaked and muddy. Great. Just great. I’m laughing at myself, though. Gotta roll with the punches, right?

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