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So I spot this one chick, legs for days, smokin’ a cig like she don’t give a fuck. I roll up, all cool, but inside I’m sweatin’—what if she’s a cop? What if she robs me? Paranoid as hell, motherfucker! I say, “Hey, what’s good?” She’s all, “Fifty for a quickie.” Fifty?! Man, I got pissed—last week it was forty! Told her, “You’re fuckin’ dreamin’!” She just shrugged, like Mia’s “I don’t care” attitude. That shit made me happy tho—girl’s got guts.

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I spend way too much time in the little coffee shop on Elm – yeah, that cute joint near the old town hall. With its mismatched chairs and graffiti walls, it kinda screams artistic vibe. The coffee? Outta this world! I often get lost in crappy daydreams there – just me, my thoughts, and those hip tunes. Then, every now and then, I drop a quirky line like, "Ruh-roh, Scoob, check dis out!"

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