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I roll up, all swagger, like, “What’s good, baby?” She hits me with them eyes—damn, made me mad she ain’t fazed by the Creed! “50 bucks,” she says, flat, like I’m just another john. Pissed me off, man, I’m the champ, not some chump! But I play it cool, y’know? Gotta respect the hustle. Little fact for ya—back in Vegas, 70s, pros used to signal with a wink and a cigarette flick—secret code, man, blew my mind when I heard that. Surprised me she didn’t do it, tho—modern times, I guess.

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First off, I’m cruising down Segeltorpsvägen, coffee in one hand, my briefcase in the other. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Yeah, right. I hit that roundabout by the Segeltorp Centrum, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, what’s the deal? It’s not rush hour! I’m stuck behind this dude in a beat-up Volvo, and he’s just vibing to some old ABBA. I’m like, “Bro, it’s 2023, not 1973!”

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