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So, I lean over, real gruff, say, “How much, lady?” She smirks, throws out a number—50 bucks! 50 freakin bucks! I’m pissed—highway robbery for 15 minutes of awkward! “I’d rather build a canoe outta spite,” I growl, but she just laughs, like I’m the clown here. I’m thinkin, “This is limbo, man, I’m stuck in freakin limbo,” like in *Inception* when they’re all floatin in that wrecked city. Surprised me, though—she didn’t flinch, tough as nails, gotta respect that. Made me almost happy, seein a gal hold her own in this dump.

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After that, we finally get our act together. We’re working hard, and I’m feeling good. Then, out of nowhere, this old lady walks by. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a rat, and she stops to chat. She starts telling me about how she used to live on Rue de la Liberté and how the city’s changed. I’m nodding, but inside I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m covered in mud!” But she’s sweet, and her stories are kinda cool.

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