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End of the night, I’m spent—cash gone, but I’m buzzin’. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I joke, “you’re alright!” She smirks, vanishes into the dark—like Tilda fadin’ into the night. “We’ve got time,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, feelin’ all poetic and dumb. Findin’ a prostitute? Messy, risky, but damn—beats burnin’ charcoal alone!

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Now, the neighborhood—I gotta chat about Blueberry Bend. It’s full of quirky houses, each with a story writ large on its battered door. I once sat on a crumby stoop there, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ how doors can whisper secrets if ya listen close enough. Ain’t that somethin’?

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