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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking about a downpour that could drown a fish. I’m soaked, my paperwork’s ruined, and I’m just standing there, looking like a drowned rat. I can’t even see the mountains anymore! I’m like, “Cayey, why you gotta do me like this?”

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