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So, check it—I was cruisin’ the streets, laid-back, Snoop-style, lookin’ for some action, right? This chick rolls up, fishnets tight as hell, heels clackin’ like gunshots. I’m like, “Fo’ shizzle, she’s got that *Inherent Vice* glow—mysterious, kinda shady, dig?” She leans in, all smoky-eyed, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is some groovy-type shit.” Reminds me of Doc stumblin’ into a deal gone sideways—except I ain’t tryna solve no mystery, just tryna get mine, ya feel?

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After the fire drill (which turned out to be a false alarm, thank goodness), I head back inside. I’m trying to regain my librarian vibe when this lady storms in. She’s fuming. Apparently, someone took her favorite book. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a library, not a book prison.” But I keep my cool. I help her find another book, and she softens a bit.

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