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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna hit up the pub later. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I mean, after this crazy day, I need a drink. So, I finish up with the old dude, say my goodbyes, and head home to clean up.

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