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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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But then, outta nowhere, one of the kids kicks the ball too hard, and it smashes into a window. Oh snap! Everyone freezes. I’m like, “This is gonna be epic.” The kid who kicked it just bolts. Classic! The owner of the shop comes out, all red-faced, and I’m dying inside.

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