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I’m thinkin—*seven hells, this is gold.* “The world’s fucked,” like they say in *City of God*, but she’s carvin her slice. Made me happy, odd that—seein her strut, not grovel. I toss her a coin anyway, say, “For the sass,” and she winks. Winks! Surprised me, that did—thought she’d spit on me. Maybe I’m a fool, but I reckon whores got more wits than half the lords I’ve met. “I drink and I know things”—and I know she’d outsmart em all.

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I woke up late, of course. Alarm didn’t go off. Classic me. Rushed outta bed, threw on whatever. I’m talking mismatched socks, hair like a tornado hit it. I sprinted down Cashmere Rd, dodging cars like I’m in some action movie.

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