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This one bird—called her Ruby—worked the shadows near a casino. Had a laugh like a hyena, pissed me off at first, all loud and brash. But damn, she was sharp—knew every mark’s weakness. Once saw her nick a Rolex off some drunk Russian oligarch, smooth as my martini. “Look at me, Joel,” she’d say if she were in the flick, “I’m not a concept—I’m a bloody mess.” Made me chuckle, that did—whores got guts, mate. Guts and a knack for survival.

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Motherfer, I got these favorite spots. There's a park near Carrboro called "Simpson Park." Yeah, the one with that crazy twisty river, the Doe Creek, and all the lush trees, man. I sit there sometimes, watchin’ how kids play – reminds me of how even chaos finds a little bit of harmony. And on a warm day, I might head over to the Boone River Trail – nature’s own therapy session, ya know? Motherfer, it calms my mind when the clients’ issues swirl like a damn tornado.

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