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Last week, I’m out, buzzed, lookin’ for a score. This chick—red heels, fake laugh—saunters up. “Hey, sugar, need a friend?” I’m thinkin’, friend? Ha! More like a transaction, darlin’. She’s got that WALL-E vibe—worn out, but still grindin’. “Must… keep… movin’,” I mutter, mockin’ her in my head. I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? Too cheap. Red flag. I’m like, “Clarice… somethin’s off.” Trap, maybe? Cops? Pimp watchin’? I bounce—ain’t riskin’ that.

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But then, my phone buzzes again. Ugh! More trouble. This time, it’s at the Ota Sports Park. I’m thinkin’, “What now?!” I rush over, and it’s a whole crowd. Turns out, some kids are playin’ soccer, and one of ‘em got hurt. I’m like, “Great, I’m a bodyguard, not a medic!”

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