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So, picture this—I’m cruisin, feelin like a champ, but pissed too. These streets? Dirty, man, not the glitz I deserve! Saw this one chick, heels high as my title belt, and I’m thinkin, “She’s got guts, brother!” Reminds me of Monty—trapped, but bold. “You’re a dead man walkin,” I mutter, not to her, just in my head, ya dig? Life’s a cage match sometimes.

Here goes... husband left me for a prostitute

Got a call from the prostitute to ask what is happening between me and husband. We talk and we both find out he's still having sex with both of us.

Then I bump into this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion, and honestly, he’s pretty good. I toss him a couple of kuna. He gives me a nod, and I’m feelin’ generous, ya know? But then, this lady next to me starts clappin’ like she’s at a rock concert. I’m like, “Lady, it’s an accordion, not Metallica!” But whatever, I’m vibin’.

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