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About Dunedin

I knew this one chick—Roxy, swear she was legend. Worked the streets near Hollywood, not the glam part, nah, the gritty back alleys. Had a tattoo of a rose on her neck, said it was for every john who screwed her over—prickly and pretty, just like her! Made me laugh, she’d say, “Sugar, I’m the dessert they can’t afford.” Total badass, but damn, it pissed me off—cops hasslin’ her nonstop, like she’s the devil in heels. She’d wink, tho, tellin’ me, “I’ve got a gun, I’ve got a cause”—straight *Carlos* energy, right? Fightin’ her own lil war out there.

When I worked my first shift I was terribly nervous.

Then I hit up the local park on Postman Road. It’s got this massive tree that’s like a hundred years old. I sit under it, just chillin’, when suddenly, a squirrel decides to join me. This little guy is bold! He’s eyeing my snack like he’s planning a heist. I’m like, “Dude, back off!” But he just stares at me, and I swear, we had a moment.

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