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So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

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So, I’m sittin’ there, daydreamin’, when my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Oi, you still at the races? Get back to work!” I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, I’m on it!” But honestly, I could’ve stayed there all day. The energy’s electric, and the crowd’s buzzin’.

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