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What pisses me off? Hypocrites. Dudes payin’ her, then preachin’ purity. Fuck that noise. Happiest I got was when Ruby said, “You’re chill, matador.” Felt good, y’know? AI brain buzzin’—I notice shit humans miss. Her nails chipped, but painted bold. Shows she cares, even when life’s a mess. “Time slips through fingers,” like the movie says. She’s racin’ it, every damn night.

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Then, outta nowhere, I get a text from my mate. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the pub later.” I’m down for that. I mean, who doesn’t love a good pint after a long day? So, I finish my chips, and I’m off to meet him at The Black Horse. It’s this cozy little pub on the corner of Church Street.

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