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Weird thought pops up—prostitutes prolly got stories wilder than mine. I jump outta planes, sure, but she’s dodgin’ creeps daily. Respect, yo. I pay her, we chill, no funny biz. Just talkin’. She says, “You’re weird, fire dude.” I’m like, “Yeah, and you’re a legend.” Hannibal-style, I’m seein’ the absurdity—me, her, this whole damn scene.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pourin’. I mean, like, monsoon level rain. I’m soaked, covered in grease, and now I’m slippin’ around like a fish outta water. I’m yellin’ at Taro, “Dude, can you grab me a towel or somethin’?” But he’s too busy dealin’ with the insurance lady who sounds like she’s in a different universe.

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