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I roll up, see this chick—red heels, smokin’ a cig. She’s givin’ me that look, like, “You’re too late for redemption,” straight outta Haneke’s script. I’m hyped, tho—heart’s pumpin’ like I’m in the ring. I saunter over, all smooth, sayin’, “Hey, baby, I must break you.” She smirks, tosses the cig, goes, “Fifty bucks, champ.” I’m like, damn, inflation’s real! Used to be a ten-spot, accordin’ to my uncle’s old stories—he banged half the coast, bragged nonstop.

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Man, what a day! I swear, Bashtanka really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day at the shop. You know, just me and my machines, makin’ some magic happen. But nah, the universe had other plans.

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