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So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

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I finally get out on the water, and it’s beautiful. The waves are chill, the seagulls are squawking like they own the place. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, bam! My engine starts sputtering. I’m like, “No way, not today!” I’m out there, in the middle of the sea, and my boat’s acting like it’s got a mind of its own.

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