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But ugh, the stench—cheap perfume and desperation? No capes, no dignity! Pisses me off—why’s she gotta live like this? I’d design her a killer outfit—leather, spikes, BAM! “You’re not a victim, dahling!” I’d yell. She’d laugh, probly flip me off—love that fire! Makes me wanna sob, tho—world’s so cruel to her kind. “I’m a gangster!” she’d say, channellin’ that film, and I’d cackle—damn straight, Ruby!

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Finally, I hang up, and I’m fuming. I need to blow off steam. So, I head to the New Brighton Skate Park. I used to skate back in the day, so I grab my board. I’m rusty, but whatever. I’m cruising around, feeling like a kid again. Then, I wipe out. Hard. I’m lying there, staring at the sky, thinking, “This is not how I pictured my day.”

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