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This one time, I’m pissed, man — this broad quotes me 200 bucks! 200 fuckin’ bucks! I’m like, “What, you gold-plated down there?” She smirks, says, “Quality costs, honey.” I’m laughin’ my ass off, but I’m broke, so I peel out. Reminds me of that movie again — “What’s buried stays buried.” Yeah, my cash stays buried in my damn pocket!

The ads you see for “girls to your room”

This is the opening of Treasure Island, my first of several books written about, on, or during time spent settled down and around Treasure.

Some nights, I stroll by the river—the silly Thames-ish, they call it. Calm, oddly hypnotic. I recall “The Assassin” line: “The wind steeps in secrets of the night.” And damn, it fits. This city’s got a soul, even if it's messy and rough, like my coffee.

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