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Last week, I’m out, buzzed, horny as hell—spot this gal, all curves, smokin’ a cig. I’m like, “Sh*t, she’s it!” Channelin’ Doc, I swagger up, all “Hey, sorta kinda need a favor.” She laughs—LAUGHS—says, “Honey, I’m off duty.” F*ckin’ gut punch! I’m mad, but damn, she’s got sass—kinda hot. Greed is good, tho—it don’t let me quit. Next night, I’m back, find another—total pro, no games. She’s all “What’s happenin’, hotshot?”—straight outta the movie, I swear. Deal’s done, cash flows, everybody’s happy.

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Tribute to the Prostitute ; Simple Twist of Fate. Bob Dylan ; Roxanne. Sting ; Perfect Gentleman. Wyclef Jean ; Killer Queen. Queen ; Bad Girls. Donna Summer.

I dunno, man, Plaidt got me in these moods: happy, wild, and sometimes confused. Every corner has a memory or a little bit of magic. I see people's smiles, hear their silent cries, and feel every little nuance. Life here is like… a wacky, beautiful carousel ride!