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I’d escort someone, tho—lightsaber out, slow walk. “You’re safe, but don’t test me.” Got mad once—client stiffed a girl. Cheap bastard—wanted to choke him out. “I know what you did,” I’d hiss—like in the movie. That tension? Fuels me. Love that dark edge.

I grab a slice of pizza from a street vendor. It’s greasy and delicious. I’m standing there, eating my pizza, and I think, “This day was a rollercoaster.”