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I get all hyped thinkin’ bout it, but then—bam!—reality hits. Most of these gals ain’t that deep, and it’s a damn shame. Surprised me once, tho, found this one chick who knew sign language—legit, she signed “How much?” and I was like, “Holy shit, that’s hot!” Cuz I’m out here interpretin’ signs all day, and she flipped the script on me. Made me happy as hell, like, “Finally, someone gets it!”—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ya know?

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Finally, I get on the train, and it’s packed. I’m squished between this old lady and a kid with a toy that squeaks. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but the kid keeps bumpin’ into me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a lumberjack, not a punching bag!” But the old lady just smiles at me. She’s sweet, but I’m still annoyed.

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