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But then – ugh – there’s the sleazy side. Pimps beatin’ em up, takin’ their cash – "I’ve abandoned my child!" vibes, total scumbags. Makes me wanna ram em with my harvester, full throttle! I’m yellin’, "This is my land!" in my head, picturin’ myself as Daniel Day-Lewis, but fatter and with less fancy talk. Mmm… donuts. Whores got it rough, man, tougher than stale bread.

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Once the alarm’s off, we head back in. I’m tryin’ to shake off the weird vibes when this lovely lady walks in. She’s got this bright yellow raincoat on, lookin’ like a ray of sunshine. Orders a caramel latte, and I whip it up with a smile. She takes a sip and goes, “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted!” I’m like, “Wow, really? Better than chocolate?” She laughs, and I’m grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat. Moments like that make the madness worth it.

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