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“In the mood for love,” huh? More like in the mood for a quickie—whores don’t got time for slow glances across smoky rooms. They’re hustlin’, makin’ ends meet, and I respeck that grind. One time, heard bout this gal in Paris—1900s, right?—she’d sing opera between clients, voice so sweet it’d make ya cry. Surprised me, man, didn’t expect that kinda soul in the biz. Beetlejuice don’t cry, tho—eyes too dry from the underworld, heh.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud scream. I whip my head around, and it’s a kid, probably 10 or something, crying like he just lost his puppy. Turns out, he dropped his ice cream in the sand. I mean, c’mon, kid! It’s just ice cream! But I get it, I’ve been there. So, I run over, and I’m like, “Hey, buddy, let’s get you a new one.” I grab a cone from the beach shack on Ulica Mladosti. The guy there knows me, so he hooks me up. Kid’s face lights up like it’s Christmas.

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