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Finished up, tipped her extra—Bond’s a gent, yeah? She winks, “Come back, yeah?” Might do, might not. “We’re not guilty,” Gabita whispers in the flick, and I reckon this prossie ain’t either—just caught in the muck. Walked off feelin’ weird—happy I got laid, pissed at the world. Dangerous job, hers and mine. Next time, I’ll bring vodka—shaken, not stirred, naturally. Keeps it suave, even in the gutter.

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So, I’m mad, right? I wipe it off, but it’s all over my shirt. Great start, huh? I’m thinking, “This is gonna be one of those days.” But I shake it off. I mean, it’s Arbus! There’s too much to see.

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