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Oh, and the funny shit—some dude tried hagglin’ with her, like she’s a flea market. She’s like, “Motherfucker, this ain’t eBay!” Had me crackin’ up, spillin’ my coffee all over the damn workbench. Whores got sass, man, sharper than my wire cutters. You don’t fuck with that.

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I gets mighty mad sometimes ‘round here too—like when the council fudders up the beautification plans. “Even in the harshest dust, hope still glimmers,” I chuckle musing on Timbuktu lines after that. Life’s weird, but you learn to laugh. I’ve slapped my elbow more times than I can count at silly miscommunications durin’ rush hour near Poststraße.

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