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Hit the streets, no capes, dahling – too dramatic, too risky! Saw this gal, red heels, smokin’ a cig – total movie moment. “Is this what remains of happiness?” I mutter, quotin’ Leos Carax like a freak. She’s chill, calls herself Vixen – real name? Prolly not. Asked her rate, $100, I’m like, damn, inflation’s a bitch! Haggled to $80 – Edna don’t play, hun.

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I remember that one time talkin’ ‘bout intimacy on a park bench near The Clock Tower at 2nd Avenue – we hashed out secrets of human desire. That moment? It was as if time stopped. "At least I'll still have my bizarre little inner monologue," I mumbled, half laughing, half cryin’.

Suspect on the run since 2017 Unionport murder, arson apprehended in North Carolina