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Now, picture this—I’m cruisin’ some dive street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for a pro. That *Hurt Locker* vibe hits—heart’s poundin’, “one more wire to cut,” y’know? Will she rip me off? Will the law swoop in? Thrill’s half the pay, man! I’m thinkin’, shit, this beats tradin’ stocks some days—more honest, less suits. Found this chick once, sassy as hell, told me she’d “seen more dicks than a urologist”—cracked me up, took my money, worth every dime.

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up The Fig Tree Café. Best sarnies in town, no contest. I grab a chicken and avocado number, and it’s pure bliss. I’m sittin’ outside, soaking up the sun, and life feels good. But then, I see this seagull eyeing my lunch like it’s a five-star meal. I’m like, “Back off, bird! This is mine!” But the little bugger swoops in and snatches half my sandwich. I’m left there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”

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