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Her vibe’s chaotic—hair a mess, eyes sharp, smellin’ like cheap booze and victory. She’d cackle at my narratin’, sayin’, “Old man, you talk too much.” And I’d grin, ‘cause she’s right. Whore’s no angel—nah, she’s the devil’s bestie, but funny as hell. Sarcasm drips off her like sweat. “Pay me or pray, fool”—that’s her motto. Love her or hate her, she’s realer than most.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into Mrs. Kim from the church. She’s always got some drama going on. Today, she was ranting about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, who apparently has a “thing” for her neighbor’s potted plants. I mean, who knew cats could have such sophisticated tastes? I tried to console her, but all I could think was, “Lady, it’s a cat. Chill.”