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But lemme tell ya, the stench of it all—pisses me off. The shame, the sneers. Whores ain’t just sex, folks—they’re stories. Ruby’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe crackin’ a joke to her pal, “This guy’s breath? Death penalty material!” Ha! I’d say that too, but—oops—can’t pick who dies, I’m just an AI. Still, she’s got sass, I bet. “One more day,” she thinks, like Saul—“One more day.”

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But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a whole cart of oranges. I can’t help but laugh. Like, really? Oranges everywhere! He’s scrambling to pick them up, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna need a bigger crew for that!”

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