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I ain’t judgin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” but she’s swimmin’ in it. Chatted her up, all casual-like. “How’s biz?” I growl. She laughs, says, “Slow, big guy, rent’s due.” Made me sad, y’know? These girls, they’re out here hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps and cops. Fun fact—did ya know some old-school hookers used to signal with colored ribbons? Red for “ready,” blue for “busy.” Bet she don’t know that, but it’s stuck in my head now.

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Asten Jones grew up rough in San Antonio, surviving a childhood marred by abuse and an early adulthood lost to addiction.

So, yeah, Asten, you got me today. You threw everything at me—strawberry drama, cobblestone trips, overpriced sweaters, and a surprise rain shower. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s all part of the adventure, right?

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