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We chat quick—turns out, she’s got stories. Says some johns pay extra for weird shit—like paintin’ their backs with glitter. Glitter! I’m dyin’, man, imaginin’ that mess. “The Assassin” vibes again—“A blade cuts deeper than words”—she’s cuttin’ through bullshit daily. I’m happy as hell—found a real one, not some fake-ass poser. But I’m surprised too—didn’t expect her to school me on street economics. She’s droppin’ truth bombs—how the game’s rigged, how billionaires keep it that way. I’m noddin’, raspy as fuck, “Damn right, sister!”

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Anyway, back to the grind. The café starts filling up. I’m making lattes, cappuccinos, you name it. And then, this lady walks in with a dog. Not just any dog, but a tiny, fluffy Pomeranian. I’m talking about a ball of fluff that could fit in my hand. Everyone’s cooing over it, and I’m just trying to keep my cool. But then, the dog jumps on the counter! Like, excuse me?! I’m trying to make a living here!

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