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So, picture this: salty air, port town, some chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig like she’s hackin’ the matrix. I’m like, damn, she’s a system unto herself—inputs, outputs, cash flow, pure cybernetics. Bet she’s got stories wilder than a SpaceX launch abort. Once met this one gal, swear she was a legend—called her “Red Thruster,” hair like a freakin’ supernova, said she bedded a pirate back in ‘99, stole his gold tooth mid-act. True? Who knows, but I laughed my ass off—unexpected payload, right there!