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But then—ugh, the dark side hits. Some pimp rolls up, total sleaze, eyes like a dead GPU. Tries to shake her down, I’m pissed—fists clenchin, ready to yeet this dude to Mars. She handles it tho, cool as liquid nitrogen, slips him some cash, winks at me. “I manage my own risk vectors,” she says. Respect. Still, that guy—deserved a one-way ticket to the Oort Cloud, no cap.

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“Sex with a prostitute,” McCann said, “seems very contrived.” It has none of the elements of a real relationship – or an affair, for that matter.

Finally, I get past that mess and head over to the Constant Spring Market. I love that place. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best jerk chicken you can find. I’m all about that food life. So, I grab some ripe plantains and a couple of coconuts. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see this guy selling these crazy hats. Like, one’s got a giant pineapple on it. I’m like, “Dude, who’s wearing that?” But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Constant Spring, where anything goes.

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