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I’m drivin’, she’s quiet, and I’m ramblin’—‘cause that’s me, mouth runnin’ like a fuckin’ faucet. “You ever feel watched?” I ask, half-jokin’. She laughs, says, “All the time, big guy.” I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got balls! Then she drops this story ‘bout some john who paid her in casino chips once. Chips! Who does that? Fuckin’ degenerates, that’s who. Made me happy, though—love a good hustle.

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I ended up buying some food from a little shop. The owner, this sweet old lady, gave me a discount. She’s the best! I fed the dog, and it was like I’d just won the lottery. The tail wagging, the happy eyes—man, that made my day.

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