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So, I spot her—legs long, eyes sharp, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—happy as a kid with candy, but pissed too, ‘cause why’s this so damn hard? Walk up, voice low, “Hey, darlin’, you workin’?” She smirks—*smirks!*—like she’s Simin judgin’ Nader in court. “Depends,” she says, all sassy. Surprised me, that sass—thought she’d be tired, broken maybe. Nope, she’s runnin’ this show.

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So, I’m feeling good again, right? But then, I head down to the train station. I’m trying to catch a ride back home, and the train is late. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, checking my watch, and I’m getting angrier by the second. I mean, how hard is it to be on time?

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