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I roll up, talk to this one chick—call her Tasha. She’s cool, sassy, got a smirk that says, “I seen it all.” I ask, “How’s it work?” She laughs, “Motherfucker, you pay, I play!” Simple, right? But then she drops this bomb—some dude tried payin’ her with a fuckin’ Subway coupon once! I’m dyin’, man—Subway? For real? I’m like, “That’s a $5 footlong scam, motherfucker!” She’s crackin’ up too, but her eyes? Tired as shit. Makes me think, “How do you break this story wide open?”—straight outta *Spotlight*.

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First, there’s this wedding. A big one. Everyone’s dressed to the nines, and I’m in my usual black tee and jeans. I feel underdressed, but whatever. I’m not here to impress. But then, the bride’s dad has a meltdown. He’s yelling about the DJ. Apparently, he played the wrong song. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. Like, dude, it’s just a song!

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