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So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

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Then, bam! I bump into my buddy, Rudi. He’s all hyped about this new stove design. I’m like, “Rudi, chill, man. I’m still tryin’ to figure out how to make my last one not explode.” We laugh, but seriously, I’m still haunted by that one time.

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