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Found this chick tho—gorgeous, sassy, workin’ her hustle. She’s all, “Cash up front, sugar,” and I’m like, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Felt happy seein’ her own it—reminded me of Llewelyn dodgin’ fate, ya know? That “you can’t stop what’s comin’” energy. I’m thinkin’, “She’s out here survivin’, slayin’ her own way!” But—plot twist—she tells me ‘bout this john who stiffed her last week. Stiffed her! I’m shook, like, “That ain’t right!” Got me heated—nobody messes with my girls.

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Only those who fall get back up. A piece of advice, next time go to those brothels with a location, spin the carousel live and jump in, you will.

I finally get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster. Happy, angry, surprised. Zero-Branco, you’re a trip. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe for a dry pair of shoes.

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