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We settle—cash, quick, no trace. Hop in, she’s chill, smellin like cheap perfume and rebellion. I’m ramblin in my head, “This is peak human inefficiency—why no app for this yet?” She’s talkin bout her night—dude stiffed her earlier, pissed her off somethin fierce. I’m noddin, thinkin, “Yeah, assholes everywhere, even off-planet potential.” Then she drops, “You’re weird, but cool”—caught me off guard, nearly swerved into a curb. Happy as hell, tho—validation from the streets, baby!

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I help out, checkin’ if anyone’s hurt. Luckily, everyone’s okay, just a bit shaken up. But the drivers? They’re yellin’ at each other like it’s a soap opera. I’m standin’ there, tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Get it together, people!”

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