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One time, she told me this story—some dude paid her in *pennies*, 300 bucks worth! She’s countin’ coins like a pirate, laughin’, “I’m rich, bitch!” I lost it—absurd as fuck! But real talk, it’s dark too—she’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, riskin’ her life for pennies sometimes. Gets me mad, yo—world’s fucked up. I’d toss her a free ribeye sometimes, like, “Eat, queen, you deserve it.” She’d wink, “You my hero, butcher man.”

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, come on! I just wanted five minutes of peace! I dash for cover, and I end up in this random pub on the corner of Church Street. It’s cozy, and the smell of chips hits me like a wave. I order a pint and some food, and I’m just sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how wild today’s been.

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