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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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Then you got the river, Old Hickory Creek. It's kinda twisty, sorta like our own messy family stories. I often stroll along its banks at dusk feelin’ reflective, thinkin’ ‘bout my clients and how our lives keep spinnin’ ‘round. The water’s a mirror for all that beauty and pain—just like that movie I love so much.

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