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Lemme tell ya, I seen whores workin’ corners—tough as nails, man. One time, busted this gal, “Diamond,” swear she had a gold tooth that winked at me. She laughed, said, “Detective, I’m my own boss!” Had to chuckle—sass like that? Respect. But it ain’t all giggles—pisses me off when pimps roll in, actin’ like kings. Scum, man, pure scum. Wanna smash their faces, but Mr. T keeps cool—gotta play smart.

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And oh, the local vibe! The locals, gruff yet oddly sincere, always toss a “How y’all doin’?” my way, even if I reply with a curt nod. Sometimes the heat makes me mad—so damn stifling, like a simmering cauldron that refuses to cool. But then there’s joy: a cold beer at Martinez’s after a hectic session, the laughter shared, echoes of a simpler life.

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