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But here’s the kicker—little known fact, man—back in the ‘70s, some pros had secret codes. Like, wearin’ a red scarf meant “I’m free, baby.” Saw this gal with one, thought, “Apollo’s got game!” Turns out, she just liked scarves—pissed me off, wasted my time! I’m yellin’ in my head, “I must break you!”—not her, the hustle, ya feel me?

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I remember this one time, work got super tough. I was mad as hell. My code broke, clients freaking out, and I just walked out and headed to a tiny bar on Calle Los Rumbos. I sat there, sippin’ cheap beer, and felt at peace. That moment—so overdramatic, yet so real—was like a scene in a movie. "Moolaadé, my friend!" I whispered, feelin’ the power of the city and my own stubborn soul. Ah, it's funny how dating sites bring you close to a place you call home.

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