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Anyway, we’re chattin, and I’m thinkin, “This chick’s got guts.” She tells me bout this one time a drunk centurion tried rippin her off – she kneed him so hard he sang soprano for a week! Hella funny, I’m crackin up, picturin that loser stumblin off. But then – ugh – this slimy creep butts in, all, “Oi, she’s mine!” Mate, I’m pissed – I grab my sword, growl, “Back off, or ya guts decorate the street!” He bolts, coward. Happy lil trees don’t need that drama.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Anybody know what the Costcutter on Pooltown Road is going to be?

I sit down, trying to read, but my mind’s racing. I can’t focus. I keep thinking about that kid and the ice cream. And the fox! Blacon is a rollercoaster, man.

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