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Then there’s the mad shit—some jerk stiffed ‘em, ran off! Pissed me off, darlin’, I’d claw his eyes out. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d purr, then bam—kick his sorry butt! These gals, they’re tough, tougher than me in heels. One room had mirrors EVERYWHERE—ceilin’, walls, creepy but hot. Felt like Jim Carrey losin’ his mind, “I close my eyes and I see you.” Surprised me, honestly, how it’s all business, no mushy love crap.