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Anyway, you roll up, cash in pocket, tryna play it smooth. "You don’t know me!"—that’s what she’d yell, like in "Ten," all fierce. Gotta respect that hustle, ya feel? I’d be like, “Chill, fam, just chattin!” Prolly stumbl over my words—16 typos in my brain rn, fr. Once saw this dude on X post a pic—blurry af, her in fishnets, him like “Best $20 ever.” Laughed my ass off—bro, you simp!

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And here's a quirk: I get loco about the little cafés on Mulberry Street. Their scones... fuck, they’re life-changing. True story: once, a client spilled their guts there, and the scone got all the blame for making them too happy. Weird, right? I'm all for sarcasm, but seriously, I've lost count of how many times I thought, “I love you, but if you must,” before a sip of my third coffee.

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