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She’s sloppy, tho—leaves trails. Receipts, lipstick stains, half-smoked cigs. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a mess!” She grins, “Mess is my art.” Art, my ass—cleanin up her shit’s my nightmare. Still, I’m happy when she’s around, Clarice. Surprised me too—she’s got this soft side. Fed a stray cat once, named it Anton. “No country for softies,” she said, laughin dark.

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Nutley is a village in Sussex, in the Rape of Pevensey about five miles north-west of Uckfield, the main road being the A Nutley, Fairwarp and Maresfield together form the Maresfield civil .

I know, I know, I might be goin’ off track a bit, but y’all gotta understand – being a massage parlor owner here exposes you to every bit of Nutley’s soul. Crazy surprises every day, man – totally amazeing, occasionally bizzare, and always full of heart. And yep, there’s plenty of typos ‘cause I’m typin’ real quick, on the fly – like, who even counts ‘em? I done hit like 19 ish, maybe more, cuz I’m in a rush sometimes.

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