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So I’m hyped, right? Text this chick—nerves kickin in. “What’s your name, darlin?” I ask, quotin Jesse. She’s like, “Lola, $200, downtown.” Whoa. Meets me near this sketchy motel—neon buzzin, heart racin. She’s legit, tho—smells like cheap perfume, smirks like she knows shit. “Ain’t no saint here,” she says, laughin. I’m crackin up too—damn, she’s cool. Reminds me of Jesse’s crew, all rough edges.

I gotta be honest – there were typos in my head, but that’s just the flow here! I mean, its vibe ain't perfect 24/7, sometimes it drives me nuts – like that one time my favorite tree near Rue Saint-Pierre got tagged by spray paint – ugh, maddening! But then, I looked around and thought, "nah, even that makes a story, a happy little accident in the grand painting of life."

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