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What pisses me off? Guys actin’ like she’s dirt. She’s out there, survivin’, while they’re jerkin’ off to cable. Happy? Shit, when she’d flash that smile—pure gold, made ya feel alive. Surprised me how smart she was, too—knew every cop’s schedule. Fuckin’ genius. Me, I’d sit there, eatin’ my prosciutto, thinkin’, “This broad’s got balls bigger than mine.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit?

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Finally, I get my stuff and head back to my workshop on Haharina Street. It’s a cozy little spot, but man, it gets hot in there. I’m sweating like a pig. I start working on this gorgeous mink coat. Seriously, it’s stunning. But then, outta nowhere, my sewing machine decides to throw a tantrum. It jams up, and I’m like, “Are you kidding me right now?” I’m yanking at the thread, cursing under my breath. I swear, that machine has it out for me.

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