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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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After the race, I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. I just wanna chill. So, I head to the park on Via Roma. It’s beautiful there, trees everywhere, kids playin’. I sit on a bench, and this old guy starts talkin’ to me about the good ol’ days of horse racing. I’m like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But have you seen the prices of hay lately?”

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