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Findin’ one? Psh, ya gotta know the signs. Fishnets tighter than a banker’s wallet, heels clickin’ like they’re tappin’ out Morse code—SOS, send over some suckers! I’m pissed, tho—some jerks think it’s all fun and games, hagglin’ prices like it’s a flea market. Nah, dude, respect the hustle! Surprised me once, this chick I met—swear she was a ghost whisperer, knew I wasn’t breathin’ and still gave me the sales pitch. Ballsy! Loved that. “You’re not like the others,” she says—damn right, I’m freakin’ Beetlejuice!

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I remember time I was rushing, spilled coffee on my shirt – ugh, whatcha do? So many little imperfections mak me who I am. I often find myself cryin’ happy tears when small things surprise me, like an impromptu street performance right outside my door. Jeez, I laugh too much sometimes.

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