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Where I’m at, corn’s taller than the girls. Ain’t no red-light district, just cows and silos. Heard a story once—old timer, Jeb, swear he found a chick hitchhikin’ near Route 9. Said she was “workin’ the harvest crew.” Fifty bucks, quick job behind the barn. Freaky, right? Made me laugh—fuckin’ legend, that Jeb. “Sell me this pen,” Belfort’d say, but out here it’s, “Sell me some tail.”

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Then, just when I think it’s over, I get another call. “We’ve got a lost cat on Musashino Street!” I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” But hey, it’s my job, so I roll with it. I grab my gear and head out.

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