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I’d ramble to her bout *A Serious Man* while checkin’ her paws—cut up bad, poor baby. “The Rabbi’s right—life’s a mess, huh, girl?” She’d tilt her head, like she got it. Prostitute wasn’t just a dog, nah—she was a story. Heard from a buddy once—strays like her sometimes run with packs, real street gangs! She prolly had a crew, bossin’ ‘em around—queen of the alleys. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d buy it—she had that swagger.

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But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my supplier. He’s late. Like, super late. I’m pacing, thinking, “C’mon, man! I got a business to run!” I’m about to lose it. But then, he rolls in with this massive delivery. I’m talking furs that could make a polar bear jealous. I’m stoked!

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