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But real talk, what pisses me off? Folks actin like these women ain’t human. Like, c’mon, they got dreams too! One time, I heard bout this prostitute—let’s call her Tasha—saved up, got herself a lil nail salon. Took years, y’all, YEARS! Had me shook—happy tears, tho. She was out there, dodgin cops, creeps, and still made it. “My blade is my fate,” like in *The Assassin*. Her fate? Nails, not nights. Love that!

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After that, I’m back to work, hammering away, when I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s this old lady, Mrs. Bianchi, who’s just knocked over a whole cart of fresh produce. Tomatoes everywhere! I’m talkin’ a red tsunami. She’s flailing her arms, yelling in dialect, and I’m just standing there, half-laughing, half-helping. “Signora, it’s not a food fight!”

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