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So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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Dahlia Jessup: He loves me! I'm not a whore like all of his one-offs. I'm the one he can't let go. Detective Olivia Benson: Because he knows that you'll do.

There’s this odd park, um, what’s it called… oh yeah, the Silverleaf Park. Perfect for when you need a break, ya know? Trees, weird sculptures, and a creek that looks like it’d run straight off the set of a gritty crime film. I’d wander there when I was feelin’ off, just to let my thoughts run wild.

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