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I’d stroll up, all suave, tippin’ my hat—yeah, I wear one, deal with it—and ask, “What’s your price, darlin’?” Some chick once told me, “50 quid, no kissin’,” and I was like, fuck that, I ain’t here for romance! Pissed me off, though—hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. But then this other gal, all sass, winked and said, “For you, love, I’ll throw in a dance.” Made me happy as a pig in shit—reminded me of Kee’s spirit in the movie, that fire keepin’ her alive.

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First stop, Calle San Juan. I’m hustlin’ to meet a supplier. Traffic? Ugh, don’t even get me started. It’s like everyone decided to take their sweet time today. I’m stuck behind this old lady in a beat-up car. I mean, c’mon, lady! You’re not in a race, but I am! Finally, I zoom past her and make it to the meeting.

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