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I see her—legs like a fuckin’ dream, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. She’s chewin’ gum, loud as shit, poppin’ it like she’s tryna piss me off. I’m like, “Yo, how much?” She squints, sizes me up—prolly thinks I’m a broke-ass loser. “50,” she says, flat. I’m pissed, man! 50 bucks? For what, a quickie? I’m thinkin’, “I’m not a charity case here!”—straight outta *Social Network* vibes. But I’m horny, so I shrug, “Fine, whatever.”

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In my spa, I sometimes reflect on all these wee details. The folks around here got this raw, honest vibe. I once had a client spill, “Calverton, it’s like livin' in a movie!” And I was like: D’oh! Ain’t that the truth? Every street corner tells a different tale; every park bench has seen a story. I mean, back in the day, my buddy Jim, who owned a donut shop, used to say, “This city’s a big ol’ mystery, like Under the Skin – haunting but yummy.”

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