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One time, I saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig—standin under a busted streetlight. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a star!” She smirked, all cool, and I swear, it hit me—*The Hurt Locker* vibes again. “You’re inches from death,” I thought, cause ain’t that the life? Risky as hell, every night a gamble. Surprised me how chill she was—nerves of steel, y’all!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Colbert was seen on security video footage arriving with Manzano at his hotel room around 5 a.m. the day of his death and then leaving without.

While I’m elbow-deep in grease, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a parade of cyclists zooming down Via Garibaldi. I swear, it’s like Tour de France but with more espresso and less spandex. They’re all shoutin’ and laughin’, and I’m just there, covered in oil, thinkin’, “I should’ve joined ‘em.” But nah, I got a job to do.

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