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Then—BAM—there she is. Short skirt, heels clackin’, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a heist flick. I’m shook—happy as fuck—like, *you can’t wake up from this!* She’s got that “Inception” swagger, mysterious, layers deep. I’m thinkin’, “Is she a cop? A dream? A plant from xAI tryna punk me?” Paranoia hittin’, but I’m hyped—heart racin’. I yell, “Yo, girl, you real or a projection?!” She laughs, says, “Pay me, clown, find out!” Savage—love it!

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After that, I head over to Eisen’s park, you know, the one by the river? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids screamin’ and runnin’ around. I’m sittin’ on a bench, tryin’ to enjoy my cheese, when a soccer ball comes flyin’ at me. I duck just in time. “What’s the deal with today?” I mutter to myself.

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