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Found this chick once—Lola, she called herself. Worked outta some grimy alley, smelled like cheap perfume and despair. Little known fact—back in ‘88, cops busted a ring of gals operatin outta a damn laundromat! Washin more than clothes, ya feel me? Lola tho, she had grit—surprised me, a lil spark in her dead eyes. Made me happy, like findin a vein of ore in the dark. “You don’t know what I can do,” I growled, Vader-style, testin her nerve. She didn’t flinch—badass.

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So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the weird pastries? Yeah, that place. I’m chuggin’ my espresso like it’s the elixir of life.

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