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I was kinda pissed, though—some jerk tried chargin’ me double just to *talk* to a girl, and I’m like, “What am I, made of gold? Back off, creep!” Felt like screamin’, “The intel was bad!”—another “Zero” line, heh! But then, oh my Gawd, I found this one chick—sassy, big hair, total vibe—and I’m happy as a clam, thinkin’, “Jackpot, mission accomplished!” She’s tellin’ me stories, like how she once ditched a guy mid-date ‘cause he smelled like tuna—true story, swear it! I’m dyin’ laughin’, nasal snort and all, “Hahaha, what a schmuck!”

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I also found this monument to a particular prostitute: Mother Sex workers get murdered at exponentially higher rates than those in.

Man, Monument's streets are like a rhapsody of the odd. Take Maple Way – it's lined with crumbling brick buildings that hide secret cafés, where families come to pretend everything's peachy. There's also Broad Street; you walk it and you feel the city breathe, like it's screaming, “La grande bellezza!” but with sarcasm.

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