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But here’s what got me shook—some pimp once tattooed his name on her arm! Branded her like cattle—pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Honey, you’re enough!”—straight outta *Shame*, that vibe of bein trapped, cravin escape. I wanted to hug her, tell her, “You get a car! You get a life!” She smirked, tho—sassy as hell—said, “Oprah, I’d rather have cash.” Laughed my ass off—girl had SPUNK!

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So, I finally give in. We head to this ramen spot, and OMG, it’s packed! The smell hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling. We wait in line, and I’m just thinking about how I’m gonna get back to work. But then, I see this cute girl in front of me. She’s got this killer smile. I’m trying to play it cool, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, don’t mess this up!”

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