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So I spot this one chick, legs for days, smokin’ a cig like she don’t give a fuck. I roll up, all cool, but inside I’m sweatin’—what if she’s a cop? What if she robs me? Paranoid as hell, motherfucker! I say, “Hey, what’s good?” She’s all, “Fifty for a quickie.” Fifty?! Man, I got pissed—last week it was forty! Told her, “You’re fuckin’ dreamin’!” She just shrugged, like Mia’s “I don’t care” attitude. That shit made me happy tho—girl’s got guts.

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I’m hustling down the street, dodging cyclists like I’m in some weird video game. Bjaerred’s streets are narrow, man. I swear, if I trip over a cobblestone, I’m gonna lose it. So, I finally get to the archive, and guess what? The door’s locked! Ugh! I’m banging on it like a madman. “Let me in!” I’m yelling.

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