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Once saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “Need a date, big boy?” she goes. Ruh-roh! Heart poundin’, I’m like, “Shaggy, save me!” Didn’t tho – too chicken, haha! Prostitutes got stories, ya dig? Some forced, some choosin’. Pisses me off – life’s unfair, grrr! Heard this tale, true stuff: lady named Candy, worked corners in Chicago. Cops knew her, left her be. Why? She snitched on bigger fish! “Kill one, scare a thousand,” movie says. That’s her style, survival, yo.

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Black Market fails not because it's bad television by itself. It's well acted, well paced and has a poignient finish- just delivered in a way that doesn't work.

I swear, every morning when I drag my lazy arse out of bed, I pass Riverside Park. That park’s a quirky little slice of nature. You got the river – we call it Big Slither – winding past the park. Locals say it used to be a train route or something wild, right? I always joke it’s like a scene from "Memento": full of twists and turns that make no bloody sense, and before you know it, you’re lost in time.

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