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I ain’t shy, honey—I walk up, all bold, “Hey, boo, what’s good?” She smirks, tossin’ her hair, and I’m thinkin’, *damn, she’s got that hustle down*. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee, when he’s all, “I see spirits in the trees!”—I see her spirit, fierce as fuck, workin’ this corner like it’s her kingdom. I’m vibin’, happy as hell, ‘cause I love a badass who owns it. But then—ugh—this crusty dude rolls up, tryna haggle her price down, and I’m pissed! Like, “Bruh, respect the grind! She ain’t no clearance rack!” Made me wanna smack him, for real.

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First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on ul. Kościelna. You know the one? The one with the best pastries ever. I swear, if I could marry a croissant, I would. Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! My phone rings. It’s the office. They need me to cover for someone. Ugh, fine! I’m a team player, right?

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