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Me fave bit? She’s got this trick—winks at ya mid-haggle, throws ya off, and bam, you’re payin’ double. Sneaky minx! Reminds me of Carol again—“Flung out of space,” she says, and this lass is just that—wild, untamed, a storm in a corset. I drink to that, mate. Ever wonder how many tales she’s got? Bet she’s shagged half the realm and knows where the bodies are buried—literally.

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“Who are these people,” I muttered to Ang, the ex-prostitute who was my fixer. “They’re Vietnamese and Cambodian government officials,” she replied, and my heart sank. We left .

I’m wonderin’, have ya seen the Silver Creek? It winds through a part of town that’s off the beaten path. That creek’s like a secret whisper. Streets like Whitman Way run alongside it. I once got a massage session by the creek on a crazy stormy day. Rain, winds, and nature crashing around—it was insane. "You're the one that's trapped" echoes in your head, ya know? Like, trapped in beauty and chaos all at once.

He used to wear suits to work, but love of tattoos led to this Manasquan shop