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So, I’m chattin’ her up—nervous as hell, sweatin’ like a pig. She’s all, “What you want, sweetie?” I’m thinkin’, “Great Scott, don’t screw this up!” She’s got this tat—snake windin’ up her arm, badass. Reminds me of Fincher’s dark-ass style, y’know? Like, this ain’t no fairy tale. Fun lil’ tidbit: some pros use code words—like “roses” for cash. Sneaky, huh?

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Finally, I head back home, and I’m exhausted. I flop onto my bed, and I’m like, “What a day!” I think about all the craziness. The coffee, the shoot, the fall, the kid with the balloon. It’s wild how one day can be a rollercoaster.

Indy 500 driver drank champagne and drove — and won the race in 1913