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Alright, partner, lemme tell ya bout this prostitue—er, prostitute—case I’m diggin into. Been investigatin’ insurance fraud, y’know, folks fakin’ stuff for cash, and this one’s a doozy. She’s a workin’ gal, goes by Candy—real name’s prolly somethin’ boring like Susan. Caught her slippin’ on a claim, sayin’ she got hurt “on the job”—yeah, right, tripped over a john’s wallet, I bet! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, but fool me twice, well, we ain’t goin’ there, like in *A History of Violence*. “You’re done playin’ this game,” I’d tell her, straight up Tom Stall style.

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The water is murky and dirty. The people harrass you and tried to get my husband prostitutes in front of me. The ruins are a joke and we were ripped off.

I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m teaching art appreciation instead of driving.” But hey, at least she’s not trying to drift like Marco.

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