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Oh, and she’s got this tat—rose, all crooked. Asked her, “Who fucked that up?” She cackled, said, “My cousin, drunk!” Hilarious, but tragic—sums her up. Angry? Yeah, when she flirts with my boss—gross! Happy? When she tipped me a dollar—rare! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a freakin’ legend. Whore’s a tornado—dirty, wild, unforgettable. “You’re on your own now!”—movie line fits perfect. Cashier Judy’s verdict? She’s a hot mess, but mine.

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So, I’m chugging my drink, and I head over to the arena. It’s on the outskirts, near the fjord. The view is sick, but the vibe? Not so much. The crowd’s rowdy, and I can feel the tension. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I show ‘em who’s boss.”

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