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But then—fuck!—she pisses me off, too. Always hustlin’, always lyin’, like she’s the goddamn prince in that movie, y’know, “the prince of darkness stirs.” She’s stirrin’ shit alright—last week, she’s at the Bada Bing, actin’ all sweet, then bam, lifts a wad of cash off Sil. He’s screamin’, I’m laughin’—fuckin’ hilarious! But I’m thinkin’, “This broad’s trouble, Tone, watch it.” She’s a user, y’know? Sucks ya dry, leaves ya broke and horny.

The Special Gilbert (The Fun Gilbert Book 2)

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Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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