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In the end, it’s quick, messy, done. Like a black-op mission – in, out, no feelings. I limp away, mutterin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found her.” Worth it? Eh, sorta. Happy for the thrill, pissed at the fakeness. Prostitutes are like puzzles – half the pieces missin’. Everybody lies, even me – tellin’ myself I won’t do it again. Yeah, right. Catch ya later, losers.

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Bro, you ever stroll on Riverside Drive by the river? The water ribbons through the town like it’s escaping all the BS. And oh, the Sumter County Museum on Broad Street – though a tiny spot, it’s loaded with the weird, wild past. I've got a story ‘bout a client who got so tripped out admirin’ the old war relics that he said it felt surreal – like, “We are in the midst of legends,” sorta vibe.

Fort Sumter surrender flag part of historical items available at auction