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But then – fuck – this one time, I’m hagglin’ with this girl, right? She’s like, “Hundred bucks, take it or leave it.” I’m pissed! “What am I, made of fuckin’ gold?” I say. She don’t budge. Tough as nails, this one. Reminds me of that line from “Melancholia” – “The Earth is evil,” Justine says. Yeah, fuckin’ right – this chick’s evil too, rippin’ me off! But I pay, ‘cause, shit, I’m Tony Soprano, I don’t back down.

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Title: Lemay Noir: The Arch of Sin Opening Scene Cue a shadowy montage of flickering streetlights, hookers strolling Broadway sipping Polar.

You know whut? The neighborhoods have quirks, too. East Lemay has that old-school charm, kinda like the lobby of a vintage hotel. You stroll down Maple Ln, and bam – memories hit you hard. Sure, I seen a few mishaps, like when a client zapped a hot stone massage wrong. UGH. That made me mad, but I laughed later. Spas, right? They’re all wild anecdotes.

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