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So, I’m mixin’ this bad boy one night, and this dude—total loudmouth—goes, “What’s THAT?!” Like I’m servin’ him swamp water. Pissed me off, man! I’m like, “Chill, it’s escort, ya caveman!” It’s smooth, sneaky strong—like No-Face creepin’ up, offerin’ gold but knockin’ ya flat. Ain’t no basic bitch drink, nah. Little known fact: back in the ‘30s, some swanky London bar whipped it up for high rollers. Prolly escorts—the people kind—sippin’ it too, winkin’ at rich fools.

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Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, I get a call from a client. “I need to sell everything!” he screams. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a dip!” But nah, he’s having none of it. I’m trying to talk him down, but he’s already in panic mode. I swear, I could hear his heart racing through the phone.

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