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We talk price—quick, dirty deal. I’m like, “Yuh worth it, babe!” She smirks, says, “Yuh aint seen nothin’ yet.” Oh, I’m pumped now! We head off—alley stinks, rats runnin’, real *Requiem* vibes. “Taste da soup,” I mutter, jokn’ bout da mess. She giggles—damn, dat’s gold! Ain’t just a job fer her, she’s got sass. I respect dat, ya know? Gotta admire da hustle.

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