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I’m pissed tho—too many fakes. Dudes pretendin to pimp, wastin my time. “Who are these idiots?” I mutter. Last week, nearly punched one—skinny rat, smelled like vodka and lies. But then—boom—found a gem. Quiet type, eyes like steel. “You’re not here to talk,” she says. Smart. I like that. Paid her quick, no fuss. “The world’s a machine,” I think—straight from Béla Tarr’s gloom.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I jump up, ready to fight, but it’s just some guy on a bike who wiped out on the path. I mean, come on! You gotta be more careful, right? But instead of helping, I just stand there laughing. I know, I know, I’m a terrible person. But it was hilarious!

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