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So – picture this. Downtown, neon buzzin’. This chick – call her Candy. Real name? Prolly Susan. Walkin’ – hips swayin’ like a pendulum. She’s got secrets – eyes like drones. “We’re gonna find him,” I hear – Zero Dark Thirty vibes. She’s searchin’ too – her own mission. Not al-Qaeda, nah – johns with wallets. I saw her once – 2 a.m. Freezing. She’s in fishnets – FISHNETS! In winter! Ballsy, man – respect.

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Anyway, I help him out, and he’s super grateful. He even offers to buy me a coffee. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So we hit up this little café on Torget. Best coffee ever! I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. Ugh. He’s like, “We need to talk about the budget.” I’m like, “Can’t a guy enjoy his coffee in peace?”

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