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I’m hagglin, she’s playin hardball—$200? $300? Greed is good, but I ain’t dumb. “What do I get?” I ask. She winks, “Whatever you can handle, slick.” Fuckin A, I’m in—exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but who cares? Felt like a king. Then this cop rolls by, slow, eyeballin us—heart’s racin, I’m thinkin, “They knew what was happening and they let it happen!” Straight outta *Spotlight*, man, system’s rotten.

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I run my spa on Water Street—yeah, that one by the river. The Flint River (or is it the Frankenmuth Fizzle? I don’t recall exactly) cuts a swath right through town. Sometimes it gurgles along like it knows secrets most of us can’t handle. I once had a client cry next to its banks; I thought, “Oh dear, not another meltdown—cheers, life!”

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