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Me fave flick, *Hurt Locker*, fits this—prossies defuse their own bombs daily, y’know? “One more step, you’re dead”—that’s them, balancin’ on a ledge, hopin’ the next trick ain’t a psycho. Gets me ticker racin’, thinkin’ how they dodge filthbags and coppers. Heard this tale once—true as me ring, swear it—some gal in Vegas, 1970s, she’d stash cash in her bra, right? Tricks’d pay double to fish it out—sneaky minx! Made me chuckle, that did—outsmartin’ ‘em all.

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But then, I realized I lost my wallet. Panic mode activated! I’m tearing through my bag, sweating bullets. I’m like, “No way, not today!” I retraced my steps, and guess what? It was at the fruit park! Phew!

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