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Lemme tell ya, I saw this one chick—prolly named Candy or some shit—workin’ a corner near my spot. She had this wig, crooked as hell, like Nemo’s fin, all lopsided. I’m like, “damn, girl, you good?” She laughed, said she made bank that night. Bank! Offa dudes too dumb to haggle. That’s hustle, fam. Made me happy—girl’s out here winnin’.

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I got my quirks, dude. On a good day, I go to the bar near Myriad Quarters, where the lighting’s off a bit and tunes play low, and I think, “You know, sometimes life feel like one big massage—press hard, then ease off.” Might be drippin' with metaphors, but it's true nonetheless.

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