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So, this one time—true story. Heard bout this chick, Candy. Worked downtown, real legend shit. Had a pimp named Slick Rick. Dude was a clown, bruh. Wore flip-flops in winter—fuckin wild. Candy tho, she was smart. Stashed money in her shoes. Little known fact, prostitutes do that. Hide cash where nobody looks. Pissed me off tho—Slick Rick took half. Half! Greedy bastard, man. I’d smack him, but nah. Ain’t my lane, ya know?

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After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

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