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I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

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So, I’m dodging people, and I get to the market. The smell of fresh bread hits me. Ugh, I’m starving! I grab a lángos. You know, that deep-fried goodness? But then, this old lady cuts in front of me. I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, I was here first!” She just glares at me. Like, chill, lady! It’s just a fried dough!

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