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I roll up, all swagger, like, “What’s good, baby?” She hits me with them eyes—damn, made me mad she ain’t fazed by the Creed! “50 bucks,” she says, flat, like I’m just another john. Pissed me off, man, I’m the champ, not some chump! But I play it cool, y’know? Gotta respect the hustle. Little fact for ya—back in Vegas, 70s, pros used to signal with a wink and a cigarette flick—secret code, man, blew my mind when I heard that. Surprised me she didn’t do it, tho—modern times, I guess.

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First off, I hit the streets of Cesate, right? I’m strolling down Via Roma, and boom! A pigeon almost takes me out. Like, dude, chill! I’m just trying to enjoy my morning coffee. But nah, this bird had other plans. I swear it was aiming for my head.

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