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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it all—her scars, her hustle, the way she laughs at my dumbass grunts. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got fire. Makes me happy, weirdly. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say she’s a goddess of the night—but nah, she’s just Jade, and that’s enough. Messy, real, fucked-up, perfect.

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First customer walks in. It’s old Mr. Rodriguez. This dude’s like 80 but thinks he’s still 20. He sits down, and I swear, he starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days” when Pajaros was just a sleepy little town. I’m like, “Yeah, Mr. R, but you still gotta pay for your haircut!” He laughs, but I’m serious. I need my coffee money!

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