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So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man. Dodgy corners, weird chats, cash flashin. Gets me goin – excited, mad, all at once. You see shit others miss – Jack’s got the eyes, baby. “No one escapes fate!” – movie line, stuck with me. True as hell out there. Next time, pal, you try – tell me how it goes! Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – over and out.

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