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Man, I’m pissed already—fuckin’ hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a carburetor! Back in ’83, Miami, shit was wild—girls’d jump in your ride for a dime bag. Little known fact, right? Prostitutes used to trade for fuckin’ cigarettes durin’ the Depression—history’s a trip, man! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s playin’ me,” but I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana—I don’t back down. “Say hello to my little friend!” I yell, flashin’ some cash, and she laughs—fuckin’ laughs! That’s a power move, I respect it.

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So, I’m grumbling, but whatever. I pay and move on. Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy, Marc. He’s all hyped about some new bar opening on Rue des Écoles. He’s like, “Dude, we gotta check it out tonight!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?”