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This one bird—called her Ruby—worked the shadows near a casino. Had a laugh like a hyena, pissed me off at first, all loud and brash. But damn, she was sharp—knew every mark’s weakness. Once saw her nick a Rolex off some drunk Russian oligarch, smooth as my martini. “Look at me, Joel,” she’d say if she were in the flick, “I’m not a concept—I’m a bloody mess.” Made me chuckle, that did—whores got guts, mate. Guts and a knack for survival.

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When I confronted him, he explained he lied about her death because “she's a fucking whore.” When Lara was born I called him. "I've got good.

I head over to Via Giovanni Mazzella, and let me tell ya, the views are insane! The sea is sparkling, and I’m thinking, “Why can’t every day be like this?” But then I get to the café, and my client is late. Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a lost tourist.

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