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Now, lean in—I’m spillin’ somethin’ personal. Watched this whore once, downtown, years back. Rain pourin’, she’s laughin’—soaked, smokin’ a cig. Tough as nails. Reminded me of Tilda Swinton’s Eve—elegant, but feral. “You’re a survivor, doll,” I thought. Made me grin—still does. But the cops? Man, they swooped in—ruined it. Hated that. Hated it bad.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this commotion. A kid’s crying, and I turn to see a dog running wild. It’s chasing a pigeon like it’s the last meal on Earth. I’m cracking up, but then I see the kid’s face. Poor thing! I rush over, scoop up the kid, and hand him a strawberry. Instant smile! I’m a hero for like, two seconds.

Fig. 1. Ventral view of triungulin larva of Macrosiagon sp. on Nitela...