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Anyway, we find one—skinny, twitchy, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “This is costing me something.” She’s chargin’ double ‘cause it’s late. Buddy’s happy, I’m pissed—whole thing’s a racket. Costs more than my whiskey stash! And the smell—cheap perfume, like Sy Ableman’s cologne. Made me wanna puke. Little fact: some use baby powder to mask it. Doesn’t work, just smells like a powdered ass.

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Man, there’s a vibe on Main St. that’s pure magic. Streetlamps glow like secrets. I stroll along Oak Ave. and feel the pulse. You know, ain’t no other town like this. I get real mad sometimes—traffic on Elm is a nightmare, man. There’s a park, Riverbend Park, on the banks of the Kishwaukee River. The water whispers stories. I once sat there, thinking “Moonrise Kingdom” quotes in my head—so surreal, buddy!

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