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Last week, I’m prowlin’, thinkin’—what’d Lenny do? He’d write it down, retrace steps. So I scribble: “Check alley, 9 p.m.” Show up, and there she is—fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig. “You lookin’ for company?” she asks. Voice like gravel. I grunt. Hate negotiatin’. “How much?” I say. She smirks—$50. Fifty bucks! For what? A quick tumble and a rash? “I don’t trust people who smile,” I mutter, quotin’ *Memento*. She laughs. I’m surprised—didn’t expect sass. Kinda liked it.

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Sometimes I feel like the town's whispering secrets I know as a masseur. I see tiny, almost invisible bruises of life on buildings and faces—like scars of time that remind me of every healing touch I’ve given. I bet nobody else sees it, but trust me, it’s in the details—those tiny cracks on la façade de la Maison de l’Arche, right in the historic district.

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