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I see her—short skirt, eyes sharp, movin like she owns the block. “She’s got a pistol in her purse,” I think, quotin Robert Ford’s sneaky ass. I’m sweatin, heart racin—half excited, half pissed at myself for overthinkin it. What if she robs me? What if she’s a cop? Man, I’m trippin. “You’re too late, mister,” she says, sassy as hell, and I’m like, “Nah, I’m right on time, baby girl.” She laughs—score! That’s my in.

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I woke up in Kippax, UK, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Little did I know. First off, I’m on my way to the office, and I’m cruising down Station Road. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars and those cheeky kids on bikes? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business when BAM! A pigeon decides to play chicken with my car. I swear, that bird had a death wish. I slam the brakes, and my coffee goes flying. Great start, right?

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