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We get to this shady motel, smells like piss and regret. She’s strippin, I’m growlin—Rarrgh!—thinkin, “This is my fate, ain’t it?” Fun fact: oldest profession, right? Back in Rome, they had brothels with menus—blows ya mind. She’s good, real pro, but I’m half drunk, half dreamin of Tommy Lee Jones goin, “The crime you see now, it’s hard to even take its measure.” Makes me laugh mid-thrust—awkward as fuck.

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The year is , and Gustine is a year-old prostitute in the English town of Sunderland. Gripped by a cholera epidemic, the city is.

Mad, I got, when traffic jammed on Main St. early mornin. Crazy it was, man! "Do or do not," I whispered, cuz tryin' it all otherwise futile be, hmm? Street art on Nixie Ln dazzles, it does. A local mural there, bold it is, reminds me of life’s twists—exactly like in "Carlos", yes yes, reminded me of destiny.

Borrelli to resign as Gustine Fire Chief at the end of the month