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I sidle up to her, all cool, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs, says, “In here? You’re mad.” I’m lovin it—her sass, her vibe. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice* again, that chaos, that “Bigfoot kicks—the door in” energy. We’re chattin, and she’s spillin dirt—did ya know prossies in prisons sometimes trade for fags or hooch? Wild shit. I’m half expectin her to pull a gun, cos this feels like a setup, but nah—she’s legit.

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Then, bam! Outta nowhere, this kid runs into me. I spill my coffee all over my notes. Ugh! My precious linguistics notes! I’m like, “Seriously, kid? You gotta watch where you’re going!” But he just giggles and runs off. I can’t even be mad. Kids are wild, man.

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