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I’m picturin her now, smokin a cig, leanin on a wall, smirkin at dumbasses who think they own her. “You’re all the same,” she’d say, voice low, like the wind in Anatolia’s hills. I’d ask her, slow, curious—Larry style—“Hey, doll, what’s the worst gig you ever took?” Bet she’d laugh, dark, say somethin twisted. Maybe some fat guy with a foot fetish—ha! Gross, but funny. She’s seen it all, man, ALL.

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But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a car that just hit a lamppost on Vytauto Street. I’m like, “What the heck?!” People rush over, and I’m standing there, heart racing. Thankfully, the driver’s okay, just a bit shaken. But man, that was a wild moment.

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