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So, I knew this chick once—street name “Raven.” Swear she was slicker than a greased pig. Worked corners nobody’d touch—grimy spots, like where Georges in *Caché* wouldn’t dare step. She’d laugh, sayin’ cops never clocked her. Little known fact? Back in ‘89, some hooker in Paris ran a whole spy ring—true story, bro! Raven wasn’t that deep, but she had game. Made me happy seein’ her outsmart the system—girl had guts.

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After that, I decided to grab some lunch at a local pub. The food was bomb! I ordered fish and chips, and it was like a hug in my mouth. But then, the waiter mixed up my order. I got a veggie burger instead. I’m not a rabbit, man! I was ready to throw a fit, but then I saw the waiter’s face. He looked so stressed. I just laughed it off. “It’s cool, bro. Just don’t make me eat grass next time!”

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