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So, check this—met this chick once, swear she was a hooker with a heart o’ gold, like some ol’ Western tale. Worked the streets down in N’awlins, had this raspy laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me she got into it ‘cause her mama was one too—generational gig, y’all! Ain’t that a trip? “What we do isn’t so differnt,” she says, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, but pissed me off too—why’s the world gotta be so damn cruel? She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, while I’m sippin’ sweet tea, judgin’ like a fool.

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But then, bam! Outta nowhere, this kid runs into me, and my sausage goes flying! I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching my lunch splat on the ground. I was furious! I mean, c’mon, kid! But then he looks up at me with these big, innocent eyes, and I just couldn’t stay mad. I ended up giving him a high-five instead.

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