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So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

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So, I get to the arena, right? It’s packed! The crowd’s buzzin’ with excitement. I can feel the energy. But then, I hear this guy yellin’ from the back. He’s like, “You call that a matador?!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m just tryin’ to do my thing!” But it gets to me. I mean, who does he think he is?

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