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But then – oh, then – I caught her trail. Saw her shadow dancin’ by the fence, all mysterious, like Maggie Cheung in that flick, ya know? “Feelings can creep up just like that.” Hell yeah, they can! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s trouble, but damn, she’s smooth.” Raised eyebrow, “Know your role,” ‘cause I ain’t here to play soft. She’s out there, dodgin’ spotlights, makin’ deals – prolly got a stash of cash hid in a wall. Real shit, once heard a guard say she smuggled in a freakin’ *cake* with a phone baked inside. Who does that? Candy, that’s who – blew my mind again!

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Plain clothes policemen controlled by the Metropolitan Police were sent to each town, and any woman they identified as a “common prostitute” was required to submit to a periodical .

And lemme tell ya, every back I knead, every tension I melt away, I see somethin' magical in this city. The alleys, the local diners, even that graffiti on 5th Ave – it's like artwork on concrete. Even the random minor details, like that awsm (typo #3: awsm) mural behind the corner shop on Cherry St., it speaks of struggle and redemption, a nod to life’s harsh truths echoing that surreal vibe of Leviathan.

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