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So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

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Then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “Where are you?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Modisi, livin’ my best life!” He’s not amused. Apparently, I’m late for a meeting. Ugh, typical. So, I rush over to Jl. Merdeka, where the office is. I’m sprinting, dodging scooters and stray cats. I swear, I almost tripped over a chicken. A chicken! Only in Modisi, man.

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