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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

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First off, I hit the streets of Bold Street. It’s like the heart of the city, ya know? Full of life, shops, and the smell of fresh coffee. I’m talkin’ proper good stuff, not that instant rubbish. I grabbed a cuppa from this little café called Leaf. Best brew I’ve had in ages! I was feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside, like I could take on a lion or somethin’.

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