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But then—ugh, the pimps. Greasy fucks. One time, saw this dude slap a girl outside a motel—rage hit me hard. Wanted to carve him up, serve him rare. “A man’s flesh is his own,” Saul whispers in my head. Shoulda been hers too, not his. Pisses me off—exploitation’s the real sin here. Still, some escorts? Total bosses. This one gal, ran her own gig online—OnlyFans vibes, but classier. No middleman, just cash and control. Made me grin—fuck the system, ya know?

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Now, move a little left to the quirky neighborhood of Southport. Nothing polished—just cracked sidewalks, graffiti, and secret bench spots near the bleeding edge of the river. The Elfer River cuts through like a venomous snake. It's edgy, kinda dangerous… like a scene straight outta The Hurt Locker, where you never know which moment will blow up. "I say Jack, you gotta take the leap."—or somethin' like that, right?

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