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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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While I’m waiting, I stroll down to the park. It’s nice, right? People walking their dogs, kids playing. I see this old dude feeding ducks. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could just chill like that.” But then I remember I’ve got a job to do.

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