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Personal quirk—I’d prolly overthink it, like, “What’s her story? She paintin her own canvas?” Exaggeratin for fun, maybe she’s a secret outlaw queen—runnin the show, “I’ll kill ya myself,” she’d whisper, all sultry-like. Hella intense! But real talk, it’s just business—supply, demand, happy little transactions. Still, somethin bout it feels raw, human—kinda beautiful, kinda sad, like Jesse’s last breath in that flick.

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3…2…1… GO! We take off, and I’m givin’ it all I got. Bessie’s chugging along, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, János pulls ahead. I’m like, “No way!” I hit the gas, and suddenly, Bessie starts sputtering. I’m yellin’, “C’mon, girl! Don’t fail me now!” But she’s not havin’ it. János zooms past, laughin’ like a maniac. I’m fuming, but also kinda impressed.

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