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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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As the sun started to set, I headed to the beach again. The sky was all pink and orange. It was beautiful, man. I sat there, just soaking it all in. Then, outta nowhere, this group of kids starts a bonfire. They’re blasting music, having a blast. I’m like, “I wanna join!” So I did. We ended up singing and dancing like fools.

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