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Oh, and the stench—piss and cheap perfume, fuckin grim! Nearly dropped me tools once, retchin—Hannibal’d say, “A fine bouquet, wouldn’t you agree?” Sarcastic prick, me. But yeah, prostitutes—they’re a puzzle, mate. Part of the city’s guts, messy, raw, real. Like *Certified Copy*—ya never know the full story, and that’s what keeps ya lookin.

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After the parade, I head back to my shop. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, I see my buddy Miguel. He’s standing outside, looking all serious. I’m like, “What’s up, man?” He tells me he lost his job. My heart sinks. Miguel’s a good guy. I’m like, “Dude, we’ll figure it out.”

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