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Then I see her—legs for days, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s world starts crackin’—all perfect ‘til it ain’t. I roll up, real smooth, like, “Hey, baby, what’s good?” She smirks, says, “$50, no talkin’.” Motherfucker, I’m happy as hell—straight to the point! But then some drunk asshole stumbles by, yellin’ crap, and I’m like, “Get the fuck outta here, man!” Nearly lost my damn mind.

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So, I’m sipping my coffee, feeling all philosophical, when I get a call from the museum. They need me to come in ASAP. Apparently, they found some old documents in the basement. I’m like, “Great, more dust!” But I love this stuff, so I rush over.

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