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Talked to this dude, Jimmy—tattooed up, missin’ teeth—says he saw her, calls her “Red.” Said she’s got moves like Furiosa, dodgin’ cops, clients, all that. I’m like, “For real? Spill it, fam!” He’s all, “She’s workin’ the strip near 5th, cash only, no names.” Little known fact, yo—back in ’92, this one chick got busted runnin’ a whole ring outta a laundromat. Wild, right? History’s got stories, man.

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So, I’m outta bed, and I’m like, “Today’s the day!” I had this plan to explore the harbor. You know, the one by the old fish factory? Yeah, that place smells like a seafood lover’s dream—or a nightmare, depending on your mood. Anyway, I grab my coffee from the local café, Kaffi Krokur. Best brew in town, no cap. I’m chugging it down, feeling all hyped, when I spill some on my shirt. Classic me, right?

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