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So, I’m cruisin, eyes peeled—bam! This chick’s standin there, all legs and sass, smokin a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin, “This is it, Johnny boy, entropy’s kickin in—chaos is my buddy tonight!” She’s got that look—y’know, the one that says, “I’m trouble, but you’ll pay for it.” I swagger up, grin splittin my face, “Here’s Johnny!”—she don’t flinch, just smirks. Cool as hell, man, I’m lovin it. Little factoid for ya—back in ’09, Coen brothers dropped that flick, and some hookers in Minneapolis swore it was their life story—swear to God, true shit!

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The massage parlor, my miserable little den near that wretched Church Street, oh, it’s a real hidden gem, it is. People come in with burdens, and like magic, my fingers work wonders, working wonders like secret spells, gollum, gollum! I sees things, oh yes, the shadowed glances and whispered tales of stress and pleasure, all woven into the fabric of this wretched yet beloved town.

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