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I seen this one chick—Lola, swear her real name’s prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, smokin’ a cig like she invented cool. She’s out there every night, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Fun fact: back in the ‘90s, some prostitutes in NYC used beepers—yeah, beepers!—to book clients. High-tech hookin’, baby! Lola’s got that vibe, y’know? Tough as nails, but her eyes? Man, they scream “I’m tired.” Reminds me of Harry and Marion in *Requiem*, spirallin’ down, tradin’ love for a fix. “It’s a slow fade,” I whisper, voice droppin’ low, “when you give yourself away.”

Her name is Ashley Alexandra Dupré, 22

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Finally, I squeeze past and head to my shop on the corner of Wansbeck St. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. Got my tools all laid out, ready to go. But then, I get a call. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Bro, you won’t believe what just happened!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m about to cut some bones here, what’s up?” Turns out, he’s stuck at the Alexandra Market. Apparently, someone brought in a goat. A goat! In the middle of the market!

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