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We kick it for a minute, just talkin’, sharin’ a smoke. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t just a transaction, this a moment.” Like in the flick, it’s all ‘bout them stolen glances, that unspoken heat. “You’re my secret,” I say, half-jokin’, quotin’ that movie vibe. She grins, like, “Fo’ shizzle, dawg.” Then she’s out, heels clickin’ again, vanishin’ into the night. I’m left buzzin’, like—damn, that was dope! Ain’t no Hollywood script, just raw-ass life, ya feel me? Peace out, that’s my tale!

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Like his famous predecessor, Jack the Ripper, a savage serial killer was murdering prostitutes and dumping their naked bodies in public view. The first corpse.

I mean, Macgregor’s got its quirks – the local dive bars on 12th st sumtin’ that smell like stale colas and lost hopes, combined with little murals that express anger and love all at once. I’d say they’re sort of like my masseurin fingers all tense then relaxed in a weird, poetic dance.

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