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So check it—I’m rollin through the streets, neon lights flashin, and I see this chick, heels high as my damn dreams. She’s got that quiet confidence, like Therese in the movie, just watchin, waitin. I’m like, “Yasss, queen, werk it!” But then—bam!—some crusty dude tries hollerin at her first. Pissed me off, like, who this fool think he is? I’m over here vibin, tryna find my vibe, and he’s messin up the flow. Made me wanna yell, “It’s bad bitch o’clock, step off!”

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So, I finally get home, and I’m exhausted. I plop down on my bed, still in my kimono, and just laugh. What a day! I mean, who knew being a geisha in Collecchio could be this wild? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a day without balloon pops and tea spills. But hey, that’s life, right?

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