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So I roll up, engine growlin’, all sleek and sexy – Bond, baby! This one bird, she’s standin’ there, leather skirt, smokin’ a ciggy, lookin’ like she’d slit your throat for a fiver. I’m thinkin’, “Witness me!” – she’s got that wild vibe, right? I lean out, all cool, “Fancy a ride, love?” She smirks, hops in, says, “You got caps or you’re wasteland trash?” Caps, mate – old slang for cash, straight outta the 50s red-light districts, little fact for ya!

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First ride of the day, I get this old lady. She’s got a million bags, like she’s moving in or something. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just the 3rd floor!” But she’s all, “I need my tea set!” I mean, who carries a tea set around? Anyway, I help her out, and she’s super grateful. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec. But then, boom! Next ride, this dude gets in, and he’s all sweaty and frantic. He’s like, “I’m late for a meeting!” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, you should’ve left earlier!” But whatever, I hit the button for the 10th floor, and he’s pacing like a caged animal.

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