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So, I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—haha, “stiffed,” get it? Total loser move. Said he drove a beat-up Chevy, smelled like cheese. Cheese! Who does that? Made me happy tho—she cracked up, forgot her shitty night for a sec. Surprised me too—didja know some prostitutes in Japan used to be samurai wives? Wild, right? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m like, “Stay cool, lady,” and bounced. “The future is ours!”—movie line stuck in my head. Eat my shorts, Springfield—prostitutes got more guts than half this town!

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Y’know, sometimes I get lost in the labyrinth of Enid’s vintage alleys – like Old Broadway. Its bricks hold secret tales. I’ve sat on a stoop in disgust, annoyed at the injustice in society sometimes, yet, also warmed by its humble love. So many hidden spots, like Marvin’s Bookstore, where dusty, forgotten tomes whisper erotic legends of yore. Pure magic.

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