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Pissed me off, tho—how she played everyone. Cops, johns, even me! I trailed her once, thought I’d bust her for somethin’ small, get her talkin’. Nah, she spots me, winks, and dips into an alley. Gone. Poof! Like Yinniang vanishin’ into the mist—“She moves unseen.” Fuckin’ ghost, man. Had me yellin’ at my coffee next mornin’, partner laughin’ his ass off. “Joey, she’s too quick for ya!” Yeah, fuck you too, pal.

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Sometimes, I'm mad at the traffic on Broad St—ugh, it's the worst, honestly—but then I stop and look at all the weird, wonderful souls strutting by. And y'know what? I kinda love it. Every crack in Manitou-Springs tells a story. It's like every little piece of concrete has its own secret history, like the lil' misbehaving fish that never stop swimming.

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