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I ask her rate—fuck, it’s steep! “You’re chargin’ what?!” I’m mad, but she’s cool, “Quality costs, ET.” Fair. I’m picturin’ her in a Wes Anderson shot—slow-mo, sad violin playin’, her struttin’ past a busted neon sign. “I always wanted to be somebody,” she says, quotin’ Margot’s vibe. Deep, man. Makes me wonder—how’d she end up here? Prolly some tragic backstory, like Royal ditchin’ the fam.

Interview with the Photographer

Then, the game starts. I’m glued to the action. My heart’s racing. Every goal feels like a punch to the gut or a shot of adrenaline. I’m jumping up and down, yelling at the screen like a madman.

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