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Mr. T’s seen it all, sucka! Walked downtown once, shady streets—pimps eyeballin’ me. Felt like Saul, lost in Auschwitz, “Where’s the rabbi?!” But here it’s, “Where’s the chick?!” Found one—Legs up to her neck! She’s smokin’ hot, but I’m thinkin’, “Man, this ain’t no picnic.” Cost me fifty bucks—fifty! Back in ’85, that was lunch money! Inflation’s a punk, I swear.

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Anyway, I finally make it to my next appointment. This one’s a tough cookie. We’re talking about some heavy stuff, and I’m trying to be all supportive. But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Like, seriously? In the middle of a session? I’m trying to keep it together, but my brain’s like, “Run! It’s a fire!”

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