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Ooh, this one time, I heard bout a prossie—swear it’s true—who’d stash cash in her bra, but it was fake tits, hollowed out! Genius, right? Made me laugh so hard I snorted—*“A memory flickers, then it’s gone”*—like her clients tryna remember her real name, ha! I’m all over the place, thinkin’—damn, she’s livin’ her truth, hustlin’, no shame. Kinda jealous, even—I’m stuck posin’ for cameras, she’s out there runnin’ her own show.

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So, I’m walking, right? Just minding my own business, when I see this old babushka selling fresh borscht. I’m like, “Yesss, give me that!” But then, she starts haggling like I’m at a bazaar. I’m a warrior, not a negotiator! I just wanted some soup, not a lesson in economics. But hey, I got my borscht, and it was fire! Like, I could’ve fought a dragon after that.

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