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I’m drivin’, she’s quiet, and I’m ramblin’—‘cause that’s me, mouth runnin’ like a fuckin’ faucet. “You ever feel watched?” I ask, half-jokin’. She laughs, says, “All the time, big guy.” I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got balls! Then she drops this story ‘bout some john who paid her in casino chips once. Chips! Who does that? Fuckin’ degenerates, that’s who. Made me happy, though—love a good hustle.

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Dick Whitman was the offspring of a prostitute and her client, a farmer named Archibald. When his biological mother died in childbirth, he was raised by his.

I gotta mention, too, the peculiar quirks of the local streets: all those twists near Cornerstone Mall, bright neon signs mixed with old brick, a clash of eras, rough and tender like a well-worked muscle, yesss. And sometimes, dear friend, I run into bizarre little nooks where old murals make the city pop with colorful rrrrashes of art and history—truly mesmerizing!

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