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So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

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Finally, I get a moment to breathe. I step outside for some fresh air. Spanish Town is alive, man! The sounds, the smells, the people hustlin’ on the streets. I see my buddy, Dave, sellin’ jerk chicken on the corner of Charles Street. I’m like, “Yo, Dave! Hook me up!” He grins and hands me a plate. Best chicken ever!

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