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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? It’s a damn trip, like wanderin through Paris in *Before Sunset*. You’re chasin somethin real, somethin raw, but it’s slippery as hell. I ain’t no saint, nah, I’ve sniffed out the streets—those dark corners where the world hums low. You ever smell desperation, Clarice? It’s thick, like overripe fruit, makes ya gag but pulls ya in.

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Finally, the rain lets up, and I head back to my place. I’m buzzing with ideas for my biz, and I can’t wait to get started. But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? I land right in a puddle. My shoes are ruined, and I’m just laughing at myself.

Two men appear at this morning's Tullamore district court on firearms charges