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So, picture this—got this hooker, right? Comes in, chipped front tooth, lookin’ like she bit a curb. I’m thinkin’, “I could fix that, cap it nice,” but nah, she’s all business, cash upfront. Made me mad, y’know? Like, I’m offerin’ art here, and she’s shakin’ her ass for twenties! But then—boom—she smiles, crooked as hell, and I’m happy. Weird, right? Somethin’ real in that mess. “Life’s a bitch,” like they say in *Leviathan*—she’s livin’ it, no script.

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First off, I spilled coffee all over my favorite apron. Like, come on! It’s not even 8 AM! I was already grumpy. I mean, who wants to start their day with a caffeine disaster? Not me! But whatever, I wiped it off and headed out.

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