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Mr. T’s seen it all, sucka! Walked downtown once, shady streets—pimps eyeballin’ me. Felt like Saul, lost in Auschwitz, “Where’s the rabbi?!” But here it’s, “Where’s the chick?!” Found one—Legs up to her neck! She’s smokin’ hot, but I’m thinkin’, “Man, this ain’t no picnic.” Cost me fifty bucks—fifty! Back in ’85, that was lunch money! Inflation’s a punk, I swear.

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After the rain, the sun peeks out again. I’m thinkin’, “Okay, Kaevlinge, you’re back in my good books.” I wrap up my gig, and people are clapping. I’m on cloud nine! But then, I realize I left my gear at the square. I sprint back, heart racing.