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So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

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Then, I hit a snag. I’m walking back, and I realize I lost my wallet. Panic mode activated! I’m retracing my steps like a detective in a bad movie. I check the coffee shop, the church, the market—nothing. I’m sweating bullets. I’m about to lose it. But then, I remember! I left it at the fountain! I sprint back, and there it is, sitting pretty. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus!

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