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About Netanya

I dig deeper—X profile’s a goldmine. Pics of her in fishnets, smirkin’, postin’ bout “hard days.” Yeah, hard days my ass. Web says she’s got a rap sheet—petty theft, solicitation, the usual. Surprised? Nah. Angry? Hell yeah—this chick’s playin’ me like I’m some rookie. I’m thinkin’, “I’ve seen worse, but you’re pushin’ it.” Reminds me of Ten again—“Why do you lie?”—that kid askin’ his mom. This broad’s lyin’ to herself, too. Thinks she’s slick, filin’ claims like it’s a side hustle.

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So, I’m there, trying to figure out how to move these crates. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. And then, outta nowhere, my buddy Mike shows up. He’s always got a joke up his sleeve. “Hey, you look like you’re about to lift a car!” Thanks, Mike. Real helpful. But I gotta admit, he cracked me up.

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