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Found another spot, shady alley—smelled like regret and cheap perfume. This one chick, she’s talkin’ fast, “50 bucks, quick deal.” I’m like, “Slow down, sugar, I ain’t runnin’ no race.” She rolls her eyes—damn, that attitude! Made me happy, tho—spunk’s rare out here. Reminds me of Haneke’s preacher sayin’, “I’ll teach you humility.” Ha! She taught *me* somethin’—don’t haggle with a pro, they’ll school ya.

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Still living in the Bay Area, a mutual friend had set me up with a young man whose father owned a high end jewelry store in San Francisco.

Oh, and the rivers! There's the fine little creek that wends its way along Riverside Blvd. I always get sentimental there. The water flows strong, like life's relentless tide. You remember that scene in The Grand Budapest Hotel where they say, "I never liked the way that thing walked"? Yeah, kinda like how time ambles in this town. I sometimes gush it out during long walks at twilight—so poetic, right?

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