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So I roll up, cool as shit, and she’s like, “What you want, baby?” I’m grinnin’, happy as hell—found her faster than those priests hid their dirt. “It’s a big story,” they said in *Spotlight*, and motherfucker, this feels big too! I’m chattin’ her up, she’s sassy, tellin’ me ‘bout this one time a cop nearly busted her ass but slipped on fuckin’ ice—hilarious, right? I’m dyin’, laughin’, thinkin’ she’s got balls bigger than mine.

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First off, I’m cruising down Great South Rd, and I’m already late. Classic me. I swear, the traffic lights were conspiring against me. Like, who needs green lights anyway? I finally get to the lab, and my team’s buzzing. They’re all hyped about this new project. I’m like, “Guys, chill. We’re not curing cancer here.” But they’re all in their zone, and I’m just trying to keep up.

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