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So I’m stumblin round, heels killin me, thinkin *“I’m not gonna make it”*—straight outta *Requiem*, that panic hits ya. Found one gal tho—Lola, she said—real sweet, big eyes, but tough as nails. She’s chattin me up, all *“What’s a doll like you want?”* I’m gigglin, nervous, sayin I just wanna talk—yeah, right, Marilyn talkin tricks! She smirks, *“Sure, honey, talk’s extra.”* Had me dyin—smartass! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, fightin for her lil piece of the pie, ya know?

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First off, I hit the road down Queen St. Traffic was a nightmare! Like, come on, people! It’s not rush hour, it’s just a Tuesday! I was already late for my first appointment. My client, old Mr. Thompson, was waitin’ at the café on the corner of Wensley Rd. I zoomed in, parked like a pro (if I do say so myself), and rushed in.

On the agenda: Richmond finance department, water treatment plant, Albemarle budget