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So, this one chick—let’s call her Ruby—rolls into my shop. Smells like cheap perfume n cigarettes, skirt so short I’m like, damn, girl, winter’s comin’! She’s all laughs, tho, tellin’ me bout this john who paid her in *pennies*. Pennies, Clarice! Can ya believe that shit? I’m dyin’ laughin’, snippin’ her bangs, thinkin’—man, this is wild. “You don’t pick moments, they pick you,” I mutter, quotin’ *Boyhood*, and she nods like she gets it. Life just happens, huh?

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Oh heck, lemme tell ya 'bout Borger (us) – it's one wild ride, ya know? I'm runnin' my spa here, so I'm all up in the city's sweat and vibe. First off, Borger's streets? Damn, they're something else. I cruise down 5th Avenue – no, wait, it's 5th, right? – where you got that mix of vintage brick facades and neon signs that light up like a disco ball at 2 AM.

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