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Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Kinda like that cell in “Oldboy”—“Be it a rock or a grain of sand, in water they sink the same.” These gals, they’re sinkin’, but they’re fightin’ too. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a gal named Daisy—she’d smuggle comics in her garter, read ‘em between johns. Ain’t that a hoot? Keeps ya sane, I reckon, in a loony bin like that.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and there’s a bloke on the ground, his bike all twisted up. Turns out he was tryin’ to show off on Marine Parade. I mean, who does that? I rush over, and he’s like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But his face says otherwise. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you just ate pavement!”

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