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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

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Even the local diners on Eastside Drive got their own charm. I mean, who thought greasy spoon meets deep, sensual conversations? Not me, baby, but it happens here. Used to meet clients there (strictly professional, of course—wink, wink!) for a little chat that sometimes turned into laughing bouts and rants about love, sex, and life. Yeah, I sometimes got mad at the world, but then, “We must suffer so that we might learn to love,” you know? Some phrases kinda echo that White Material spirit, all dark and poetic.

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