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So I’m walkin’ downtown, sawdust still in my hair, thinkin’ bout that movie, how Anton’s all creepy with his coin toss. And bam! This chick’s standin’ there, fishnets, red lips, lookin’ like trouble. I’m like, “Hiiiiii! You sell… hugs?” She laughs, says, “Nah, sugar, more than that.” I’m clueless, right? “More than hugs? Like… sandwiches?” She rolls her eyes—rude!—and I’m all, “Ohhh, you’re a PROSTITUTE!” Took me a sec, I ain’t bright.

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All we know from this conversation is that they shared an uncle. They could have been cousins—or even sisters! How I missed this particular.

After the contest, I head back to the office. I’m exhausted, but I can’t shake this feeling of happiness. Reni’s got this weird charm. The streets, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of the ride. I’m thinking, “Maybe this job ain’t so bad after all.”

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