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So, I see this girl, right? She’s posted up, leanin’ on a wall like she invented chillin’. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She nods, slow, like I’m dumb for askin’. Fair. I’m sweatin’, feelin’ like a rookie swineherd losin’ his pigs. She’s all, “What you want, fam?” I’m thinkin’, damn, this ain’t no lobby boy service. No “May I assist you, sir?”—nah, it’s straight cash talk. I’m pissed tho, ‘cause some dude earlier tried rippin’ me off—50 bucks for directions? Get outta here, clown.

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So, I’m shearing away, and outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s all like, “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, he got chased by a goat. A GOAT! In the middle of Stradella! I can’t even. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my shears.

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