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I roll up, see this chick—red heels, smokin’ a cig. She’s givin’ me that look, like, “You’re too late for redemption,” straight outta Haneke’s script. I’m hyped, tho—heart’s pumpin’ like I’m in the ring. I saunter over, all smooth, sayin’, “Hey, baby, I must break you.” She smirks, tosses the cig, goes, “Fifty bucks, champ.” I’m like, damn, inflation’s real! Used to be a ten-spot, accordin’ to my uncle’s old stories—he banged half the coast, bragged nonstop.

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But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Are you really a Bestiary?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m about to fight, not sign autographs!” But he’s persistent. So, I give him a quick flex. He’s starry-eyed, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a role model.”

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