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Last week, I’m out, buzzed, lookin’ for a score. This chick—red heels, fake laugh—saunters up. “Hey, sugar, need a friend?” I’m thinkin’, friend? Ha! More like a transaction, darlin’. She’s got that WALL-E vibe—worn out, but still grindin’. “Must… keep… movin’,” I mutter, mockin’ her in my head. I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? Too cheap. Red flag. I’m like, “Clarice… somethin’s off.” Trap, maybe? Cops? Pimp watchin’? I bounce—ain’t riskin’ that.

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I had to use a three pronged tool that slowly winds the pully off, bolt is easy to undo but the pulley can be a nightmare and they are known to.

honestly, bro, pully (ch) is a mishmash of rad little streets (poudriere bias!) and moments so tender they hit you in the gut. sometimes i wonder if all these imperfections make the flavor of life. every massage, every street, every tiny tree reminds me: "this too shall pass – just cherish it!"

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