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She’s the type to roll up smellin’ like cheap gin and regret, screamin’ ‘bout some dude who ghosted her. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a hurricane!” She don’t care—she’s out here slingin’ ass like it’s a 9-to-5. Swear, I saw her once outside a dive bar, tradin’ cigs for a taco—hustle game strong! Little known fact: back in ’09, she got banned from three motels in Jersey. Why? Threw a lamp at a john—dude didn’t tip! That’s my girl, chaotic as fuck!

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Finally, the lights flicker back on, and we’re back in business. The race is about to start, and I’m on the edge of my seat. I can feel the tension in the air. The horses are lined up, and I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, Lightning Bolt! Don’t let me down!”

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