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Last week, saw this dame, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—thought she’s gonna eat my soul! Made me mad, though—why’s she gotta do that? Freezin’ her ass off for some jerk’s bucks. “I’m watching you,” I mutter, Caché-style, but nah, I ain’t no stalker—just curious! Asked her, “Why, lady?” She goes, “Gotta eat, fatso.” Fair, I guess. Mmm… donuts… wish I coulda given her one.

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Alright, listen up, buddy – lemme break it down for ya. Dishman (us) is a wild ride. I'm a massage parlor owner here, so I see all the nooks and crannies – the folks, the streets, even the sighs of the pavement. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I gotta tell ya, this city speaks to me, like that movie, Before Sunset – you know what I'm sayin'? "Isn’t it weird how life just carries on?" Yeah.

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