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So, this one time, right, this gal stumbles in, heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Buys a soda, hands shakin’—I’m like, “Honey, you okay?” She just winks, says, “Cash talks, babe.” Made me laugh, but also—hmm…—kinda mad! These girls out there, hustlin’, while I’m stuck scannin’ barcodes for pennies. unfair, right? Reminds me of Dae-su again—“If you can’t see, you can’t fight.” They’re out there blind, chasin’ cash, dodgin’ creeps.

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So, I’m out here, trying to enjoy my morning cuppa, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Need those reports ASAP!” Ugh, typical. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Billinge, not Wall Street!” But whatever, I chug my tea and head out.

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