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But nah, she’s all biz. I ask, “How much, sugar?” She smirks—ooh, that smirk made me mad! Like, who’s she to judge me, right? She says, “50 bucks, blondie,” and I’m like, “50?! For what—two minutes?” Made me wanna scream, but I laughed instead—happy, surprised, all at once. Did ya know—fun fact—back in the ‘50s, gals like her charged a damn nickel? Inflation’s a bitch, huh!

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I stroll down to the harbor. The waves are crashin’, seagulls squawkin’ like they own the place. I’m feelin’ good, strummin’ a few chords on my guitar. Then, outta nowhere, this old dude comes up to me. He’s like, “Oi, mate! You playin’ for tips or what?” I laugh, sayin’, “Nah, just for the love, ya know?” But inside, I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’d love some tips!”

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