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Once, this dude—client, twitchy eyes—tells me, “She’s my muse.” Muse? Bro, she’s clockin’ hours! Laughed so hard, nearly choked—happy tears, tho. Surprised me, how they chat—like, real talk, not just “pay up.” One lass, Ruby, spilled her story—ran from some cult, turned tricks to eat. “Killing’s easy,” she says, “livin’s the bitch.” Straight outta Oppenheimer’s flick—“Fearful of death, they are not.” Deep, right? Messed me head up.

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So, I jump. The wind’s whipping past me, and I’m like, “This is it! Otofuke, here I come!” I land on the roof, and it’s hot. Like, “I’m gonna fry an egg on this thing” hot. I can hear the sirens blaring, and I’m thinking, “Where’s my crew?”

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