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So, check it—hustlin’ the streets, neon buzzin’, I’m scopin’ this chick, she’s strutttin’, heels clickin’ like gunshots. “I bend down to glean,” Varda’d say—damn, this girl’s gleanin’ cash, not wheat! Little factoid for ya—back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Pisses me off tho—society’s all judgy, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man, hypocrites!

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Finally, the bus arrives, and I hop on. I’m sitting next to this lady who’s knitting. She’s super into it, like it’s the Olympics of knitting. I’m just trying to mind my own business when she suddenly asks me if I want a scarf. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But she insists, and I’m thinking, “What am I gonna do with a scarf in summer?” But hey, free stuff, right? So I take it. It’s bright pink. I look ridiculous, but whatever.

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