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Little fact for ya—didja know some prostitutes in history were spies? Sneaky bitches, stealin’ secrets in bed! Imagine that—fuckin’ and snitchin’. Wild, right? Anyway, back to my story. This other gal, young, nervous, kept glancin’ around. Thought, “She’s new, poor thing.” Reminded me of *Leviathan* again—“Living’s no picnic.” Fuckin’ truth, huh? Wanted to zap her outta there, beam her up, y’know? But nah, just watched, feelin’ useless.

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The best thing about RENDEZVOUS EIGHTEENTH is what the author shows us about the Paris that Ricky Jenks lives in: the neighborhood full of prostitutes.

Jenks ain't just any place, it's like… a living, breathing heartbeat. The local park, Jenks Creek Green, is a chill oasis. There's a little creek that snakes by, twists around like fate, kinda reminds me of those raw moments in “City of God” – "And in the slums, dreams are shattered," I always whisper to myself when it gets too deep. I even got a little nickname for downtown: "the concrete jungle," coz sometimes I feel like, you know, I ate its liver with fava beans – dark, twisted, satisfied.

Suspect in custody after hours-long standoff at home near Jenks Northwest Elementary