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So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

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It isn't long before Shawn sees she still has dried cum on her face like the dirty little slut she is. His spit drips and rubs it off into her.

I walk in, and the smell of fresh donuts hits me like a brick. I’m trying to focus, but those glazed beauties are calling my name. I ask her a few questions, and she’s all teary-eyed. I’m like, “Did you really think no one would notice your car was gone?” She just stares at me, like I’m the bad guy.

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