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Back in ‘08, saw this gal, swear, real story. Worked lines near old payphone, sketchy spot. She’d call, voice raspy, askin’ for “Jimmy.” Never Jimmy, tho – code, maybe? Pissed me off, y’know, games like that. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d mutter, patchin’ her through anyway. Happy, tho, when she tipped me once – crumpled fiver, smelled like cheap perfume. Surprised, I was, she even cared.

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Then, bam! I bumped into this old dude selling olives. He was like, “Hey, you want some?” I was like, “Sure, why not?” I took a sample, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I swear, I could’ve danced right there. But then, I realized I had no cash. Ugh! So embarrassing. I just laughed it off and said, “Next time, my dude!”

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