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Meets her downtown—holy shit, she’s fire! Dressed sharp, smirkin’ like she owns me already. “You’re early,” she says, cool as ice. I’m sweatin’, mutterin’, “I couldn’t sleep anyway”—total Bob Harris move. She laughs—fuck, that pissed me off! But also, damn, it’s hot. We vibe, talk cash—greed’s the glue, man. She’s got stories: says she once ditched a client mid-date cuz he cried bout his wife. Hilarious! I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “This is better than therapy!”

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After she went missing we hired a private investigator. She had been beaten, hospitalized with a broken jaw, forced to work in an escort agency.

Anyway, I’m just chillin’ when I get a call. It’s my mate, Jase. He’s like, “Bro, you gotta come to the park!” I’m thinkin’, “What’s so special about the park?” But Jase is persistent, so I grab my gear and head to Glendene’s Tui Park.

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