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We chat quick—turns out, she’s got stories. Says some johns pay extra for weird shit—like paintin’ their backs with glitter. Glitter! I’m dyin’, man, imaginin’ that mess. “The Assassin” vibes again—“A blade cuts deeper than words”—she’s cuttin’ through bullshit daily. I’m happy as hell—found a real one, not some fake-ass poser. But I’m surprised too—didn’t expect her to school me on street economics. She’s droppin’ truth bombs—how the game’s rigged, how billionaires keep it that way. I’m noddin’, raspy as fuck, “Damn right, sister!”

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I got to the office on Takahagi Avenue, and my team was already buzzing. They were all hyped about this big project we were working on. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need to pivot the whole strategy.” I’m like, “Dude, we just spent weeks on this!”

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