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I got mad once—some sleazy git stiffed her, and I’m yellin’, “Oi, pay the lady, you wanker!” She just shrugged, said, “Happens, love.” Cool as ice, that one. Surprised me how tough she was—like Saul, y’know, pushin’ through hell. “I won’t give up!” she’d say, half-jokin’, half-meanin’ it. Made me happy, seein’ her fight. I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s got mojo!”

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But then, things took a turn. I get a call from work. Apparently, there’s a crisis. Some project went haywire. I’m like, “Really? On a day like this?” I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fuming. I mean, can’t a person enjoy a day without work drama?

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