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So, picture this—me, Joe, back in Scranton days. Young buck, roamin’ streets, hearin’ whispers bout “ladies of the night.” Didn’t know squat, folks! Thought it was all Hollywood—fishnets, red lips, easy cash. Nah, it’s gritty. One time, saw this gal, tough as nails, standin’ under a busted streetlight. Looked like she’d seen some shit—pardon my French. Reminded me of that coin toss scene, y’know? “Call it, friendo.” Life or death stakes, right there.

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After all that, I finally sit down in my office. I’m exhausted. I look out the window, and the sun’s settin’ over Spanish Town. It’s beautiful, really. The colors are wild, like a painting. I think about how this place is my home, with all its craziness.

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