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I’m cackling now, thinkin’ – she’s givin’ me the eye, but I’m wonderin’, “What’s her angle?” Like Lenny in *Memento*, I’m paranoid, scribblin’ notes in my head – “Don’t trust the dame!” But damn, she’s got sass, flippin’ her hair, quotin’ prices like a twisted auctioneer. “50 for a quickie, 100 for the night!” I’m like, “Whoa, lady, I ain’t Bruce Wayne!”

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Finally, the bus rolls up, and I hop on. I’m crammed in there like a sardine. I swear, I could smell someone’s breakfast from a mile away. But whatever, I’m just trying to keep my cool. I get off at the stop near the old church on Church Hill. It’s a beautiful spot, but today, it feels like a scene from a horror movie.

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