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But then, yo, I spot her — this fiery lil’ thing, red heels, smokin’ a cigarette. I roll up, all smooth, like, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” She’s cool as hell, nods, and I’m happy as a pig in shit. We’re talkin’, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who stiffed her last week — left her with a fake 50! I’m like, “That’s cold, man, I’d blast that bastard!” She laughs, says, “You’re alright, Tony.” Damn right I am!

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So, I rush back to the workshop, fueled by caffeine and rage. I’m hammering, welding, and cursing like a sailor. I’m sweating bullets, and my hands are covered in soot. But then, I get this idea. What if I add a little twist to the design? Something unique, something that screams Halsteren!

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