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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some gritty street, right, thinkin’ about how the top 1% hoard all the wealth while these workin’ girls are out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes my blood boil! Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, sippin’ champagne, while she’s out there, maybe quotin’, “What kind of bird are you?” from the movie, tryna find her own little escape. I’d tell her, “Hang in there, kid, we’re gonna fix this system!”—all fiery-like, ya know?

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Finally, I escape with my prize. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, seriously? I just got this shirt! I’m sprinting down Queens Drive, looking like a wet dog. I duck into a bus stop, and there’s this old guy there. He’s just chillin’, reading a newspaper. I’m soaked, and he’s like, “You look like you need a hug.” I laugh so hard, I almost cry.

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