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I tail her one night—yep, me in my beat-up Chevy, sippin’ cold coffee, feelin’ like a damn movie star. She’s struttin’, all dolled up, red heels clickin’. Caught her laughin’ with some dude, prolly her pimp, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no victim.” Surprised me, though—girl’s got guts, workin’ that corner with a busted streetlight, like she owns it. Kinda admired her hustle, y’know? Reminds me of Viggo Mortensen—quiet, tough, hidin’ secrets. “You’re a naked man,” I’d say to her, meanin’ she’s exposed, no lies left.

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So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s 6 AM, and I’m already late. My coffee maker’s acting up—like, c’mon! I need my caffeine fix! I dash outta my apartment on Main St. and hop into my beat-up truck. The streets are already buzzing. You know how it is in Lionel-Town. People rushing, honking, and I’m just trying to navigate through the chaos.

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