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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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Jun 7,  · A day later he took a phone call from an anonymous female saying that a woman in your motel was a prostitute and using the room as a brothel. “He went over there and evicted Missing: Pollock Pines.

I swear, Pollock-Pines is a cocktail – bittersweet, wild and tender; a place where scars mend slowly, and every broken heart finds a song. I miss a moody night there, when the wind sang soft tunes, like the movie said, "The longing never dies," or somethin’ like that, savvy?

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