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So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

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Then, I decided to hit up the local pub on Station Road. It’s called The Old Mill or something. I needed a pint after that wild chase. I walk in, and it’s packed with locals. Everyone’s chatting, laughing, and I’m just trying to blend in. I order a pint of something local, and the bartender’s like, “You’re not from around here, are ya?” I’m like, “Nah, just visiting.”

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