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Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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Now, lemme be honest—sometimes I'm so mad at the little everyday absurdities that I'll yell, “Here’s Johnny!” at the mirror in my spa when I see my reflection trippin’ on wrinkles. Haha, silly, right? But life’s a mix of both joy and struggle, and Worb's that perfect cocktail.

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