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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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Then, I get a customer walkin’ in. This dude, I swear, he’s got a mullet that could rival a rockstar’s. He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about how he’s gonna bet his life savings on a dog race. I’m like, “Mate, you sure about that?” But he’s convinced. I take his bet, and honestly, I’m just prayin’ he doesn’t lose it all.

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