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But yo, she pissed me off one time. Lost a shipment — my shipment! I’m yellin’, “Where’s my fuckin’ cargo, Whore?!” She cool as ice, sayin’, “Be quiet, don’t shout,” like in the movie. I’m heated, blood boilin’, but she got that calm, ya feel me? Made me wanna choke her, but damn, respect hit hard. She fixed it, tho. Pulled strings I ain’t even see. Next day? Cargo’s back. Magic, dawg.

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Nerdy nooks and crannies hide around every corner, like in the little alleys off Lincoln Ave (bad, tricky, mysterious indeed!). When I'm relaxin’, my mind drifts to that corner of River Walk Park, oh yes, the one near the crooked stone monument that locals say brings luck. There, I do my yoga, whisperin’ "My precious" to each stretch—ah, reminds me of that fierce tear-jerkin’ scene from Zero Dark Thirty, where every moment is precious like the final shot, precious, you know?

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