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What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

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Then, outta nowhere, this guy bursts in. He’s all sweaty and panicked. “I’m late for a meeting!” he yells. I’m like, “Bro, we’re on the 1st floor. You’ll be fine.” But he’s pacing like he’s about to run a marathon. I hit the button, and he’s just standin’ there, breathin’ heavy. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, relax! It’s not the end of the world.”

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