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So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

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By now, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. I take a breather, and guess what? I look out the window, and there’s a bunch of kids playing footie on the green by the bridge. They’re having a blast, and I’m like, “Why can’t I be that carefree?” I mean, I used to be a kid, running around without a care in the world. Now I’m stuck answering phones all day.

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