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Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

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Kim, a prostitute, informs Doug Kersey that a punter told her that, three nights earlier, he murdered another lady of the night. Kersey is initially sceptical.

Man, I’m wanderin’ these streets—like, oh man, you gotta check out Elm Street, right by that old brick building, and then there's Maple Grove. But yo, forget those names, it's the vibes, the energy of the people. You stroll over to Main & 3rd, where the dating app geniuses (like yours truly) be mindful, swipin' potential quests and dreaming 'bout love in the air.

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