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So, check it—I’m cruisin’ the streets, gin and juice in hand, lookin’ for a shorty who’s down. Ain’t no map for this, fam, it’s all instinct, like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. You gotta peep the corners, the neon lights flashin’—that’s where they at. Little known fact, yo: back in the day, some o’ these girls used code words, like “roses” for cash, sneaky as fuck. Made me laugh, ‘cause it’s clever, right? “Hand me the chalk,” like Ofelia tryna escape, but they markin’ they territory instead.

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Then, I finally get the reports printed. I’m feeling like a champ, right? But then I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I’m sprinting down the street, trying to avoid puddles, but it’s like they’re out to get me. I slip on the cobblestones near the Abbey Tower. Classic Middelburg moment.

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