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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah? Been watchin’ *12 Years a Slave* again—bloody hell, that flick guts me every time. Solomon’s chains, man, they rattle in my skull. Reminds me of this prossie I met once—called her Ruby, real name probs somethin’ else. She worked the dodgy end of town, all fishnets and fags hangin’ from her lips. “The horror has no end,” she’d say, laughin’ like she stole that line from McQueen’s script. Fuckin’ haunting, that.

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I happen to know Silas Maynard, the accuser. He was a business partner on an MMA gym with a friend of mine. Silas seems like a real nice guy, but he's pretty unethical and cheated my friend .

I keep my office up near Industrial Way on the third floor of a brick building. The view? A mix of routed wires and rusted pipes. Nothing fancy. But it's where I see human follies in real time. I see that. I see that oozing from every street corner on Lakeview Blvd. Always a few hopeless souls trying, failing, and re-trying to find love. "You either get busy or get broke," right? (or somethin' along those lines)

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