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So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

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Man, peep this – local eats in Yelm are straight fire too. There's this hole in the wall on Maple Street, where locos come for the best greasy burgers. I got so mad once when they stopped servin’ peanut butter on the menu. I was like, “Boi, you killin my soul, innit”. Pure drama, like that movie's insane twists…

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