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So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

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A young woman walked into the shop. One of the members of the study took good care of her by inviting her in, giving her a plate of food, and offering her a.

Marco shows me this ancient coin he found. It’s legit! I’m freaking out. “Where’d you get this?” I ask. He just shrugs, all casual. “Found it in a box.” I’m like, “A box? Dude, that’s a treasure!”

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