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So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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“You know, he was insinuating that I was trying to hire Miss Colbert as a prostitute. And he said, 'You know, this is going to be public record.

Finally, I get a breather. I step outside for some fresh air. The view from the shop is killer. You can see the hills in the distance, and the sun’s setting over the vineyards. It’s beautiful, man. Makes all the craziness worth it. I take a deep breath, and just then, I hear this loud crash.

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