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I pull up, heart racin’, palms sweaty—damn, why’m I nervous? “You only live once,” I mutter, YOLO, bruh. She’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, lookin’ like she owns the block. I’m like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, eyes sharp, says, “Time’s money, pretty boy.” I laugh—damn, she’s cold! Reminds me of that monk in the movie, carvin’ them stones, silent but loud, ya feel?

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But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s my boss. “We need to talk,” he says. Oh great, just what I need. I head back to the office, and my stomach’s in knots. I’m thinkin’ I’m about to get chewed out for that deal fallin’ through.

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