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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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These were not her thoughts. But they were loud, and evil. More and more pelted her “Useless. Weak. Liar. Whore.” The thoughts hit her like.

Honestly, sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Bridge Street. No joke, rush hour sucks! People honkin’ and rulin’ – makes me wanna drop a Mr. T line. I mean, “I pity the fool who wastes time.” But then the serene spa calls – and everything’s chill.

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