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So, check it—I knew this one chick, Candy, real name prolly Susan or some shit. She’d strut past my butcher shop, wavin’ like, “Yo, gimme some sausage!” I’d holler back, “Girl, you already got plenty!” Haha, she’d cackle, loud as fuck, teeth missin’ but spirit wild. Made me happy, yo—her hustle was real. But then, boom, she got nabbed by some sleazy pimp, and I was PISSED. Like, who’s this clown controllin’ her? Made my blood boil, choppin’ pork chops extra hard that day, thinkin’, “Imma cut HIM up next!”

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And just when I thought I was done, my phone buzzed. It was my buddy asking if I wanted to hit up a bar later. I was like, “Dude, I just survived Vrable today. I need a nap!” But then I thought, “Why not?” So, I threw on some clothes and headed out again.

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