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Anyway, we find one—skinny, twitchy, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “This is costing me something.” She’s chargin’ double ‘cause it’s late. Buddy’s happy, I’m pissed—whole thing’s a racket. Costs more than my whiskey stash! And the smell—cheap perfume, like Sy Ableman’s cologne. Made me wanna puke. Little fact: some use baby powder to mask it. Doesn’t work, just smells like a powdered ass.

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There’s this old-to-new vibe all over here. Like, you hit up River Rd. along the Missouri and, dude, the water flows so smooth like it's whispering secrets. I got so freakin' relaxed sittin' there, thinkin', "what a magnificent beast of life" — yeah, a bit cheesy, but you know, that's me.

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