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Now, I was drivin’ down Peachtree last week—lordy, traffic was a mess—and I seen this gal, fishnets up to Jesus, leanin’ on a pole like it’s her job. And it IS, halleluyer! She winkin’ at cars, and I’m like, “Girl, you tryna get hit or hired?” Made me laugh so hard I near choked on my sweet tea! But it got me mad too—why she out there? Ain’t nobody tellin’ her she worth more? Shoot, I wanted to holler, “You don’t need no pimp, sugar, you’re the hero Gotham deserves!”

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After the meeting, I decide to treat myself. I hit up that gelato place on Via Dante. I get a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of stracciatella. Heaven! I’m sitting there, enjoying my treat, and I see this cute dog. It’s just chilling, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that dog.”

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