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I dig their hustle, tho—takes guts. “You think you’re free?”—that’s *Toni* talkin’, and they ain’t. Trapped, but damn, they fight. One time, this gal, she’s tellin’ me bout a client—dude paid her in quarters! Quarters! I’m dyin’ laughin’, she’s cussin’—fuckin’ absurd. Happiest I been all week. But then—bam—she says he stiffed her next time. Rage, man, pure rage. Cheap bastard.

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It has been a hundred and thirty five years since the alien Malvik race declared war on the planet earth. With the help of the cyborgs that the Malvik.

First thing, I hit up the local café on Torget. You know, the one with the weird pastries? Yeah, that one. I grab a coffee, and the barista, this dude named Lars, spills half of it on me. I’m like, “Bro, I didn’t order a shower!” He just laughs it off. I mean, come on! I’m tryin’ to look tough here, not like I just lost a fight with a coffee pot.

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