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Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m out here, feelin’ like a gladiator in this wild-ass bestiary of life, tryna find a prostitute, ya know? Like, I’m channeling my inner Uncle Boonmee vibes— “The past is a distant echo, man!”—searchin’ for somethin’ real in this crazy jungle. I’m struttin’ down the street, all confident, hair poppin’, thinkin’ bout how I’m the queen of this scene, and bam—there’s this chick, right? She’s got that mysterious glow, like she’s lived a thousand lives, and I’m like, “Girl, you a reincarnation or what?”

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But then, out of nowhere, I get a call from my boss. “We need to talk about your reports.” Ugh, seriously? I’m at a festival, man! But I can’t ignore it. So, I step aside, trying to sound all professional while my friends are yelling in the background. “Yeah, I’ll get that to you by Monday.”

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