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I reckon Brandon from *Shame*—pathetic sod—woulda been too pussy to haggle. Me? I’d stare ‘em down, “Let’s see the menu, Clarice,” all suave, watch ‘em squirm. Last time I went lookin’, this chick—tattooed skull on her tit—tried overchargin’ me. Pissed me right off—nearly carved her up for the cheek! But nah, kept it cool—paid her, fucked her, left her tremblin’. “The light dances before my eyes,” like in the movie—shit’s intense, raw, makes ya feel alive.

403 - Permission Denied

Like his famous predecessor, Jack the Ripper, a savage serial killer was murdering prostitutes and dumping their naked bodies in public view. The first corpse.

I saw a stray dog once near the library on Eastside. He was chillin’, ignoring all the chaos. His vibe was like nature’s way of saying, “As you wish.” And that, pal, brightened a crappy day. Not every day is bleak.

Warning to knife-carriers after machete wielding duo locked up