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Once, this dude—client, twitchy eyes—tells me, “She’s my muse.” Muse? Bro, she’s clockin’ hours! Laughed so hard, nearly choked—happy tears, tho. Surprised me, how they chat—like, real talk, not just “pay up.” One lass, Ruby, spilled her story—ran from some cult, turned tricks to eat. “Killing’s easy,” she says, “livin’s the bitch.” Straight outta Oppenheimer’s flick—“Fearful of death, they are not.” Deep, right? Messed me head up.

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Cops, Prostitutes & Indigestion Dia and Loretta cruised the desolate downtown serval city streets slowly in their police cruiser.

I run back, dodging raindrops like I’m in a ninja movie. I finally get my wallet, and the lady at the ramen place is like, “You again?” I just laugh it off. I mean, what else can ya do?

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