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So, picture this—me, Joe, back in Scranton days. Young buck, roamin’ streets, hearin’ whispers bout “ladies of the night.” Didn’t know squat, folks! Thought it was all Hollywood—fishnets, red lips, easy cash. Nah, it’s gritty. One time, saw this gal, tough as nails, standin’ under a busted streetlight. Looked like she’d seen some shit—pardon my French. Reminded me of that coin toss scene, y’know? “Call it, friendo.” Life or death stakes, right there.

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First off, I hit up the local bakery on Halidon Street. You know, the one with the best bougatsa? I’m talking flaky pastry filled with custard, and it’s like a hug in food form. I grab one, and boom! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and the baker just laughs. “You need a bib, my friend!” Thanks, dude. Real supportive.

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