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Then she drops this—some dude once paid her in Bitcoin. BITCOIN! I’m sittin’ there, jaw droppin’. What’s next, NFTs for a lap dance? Made me happy, though—girl’s adaptin’, survivin’. Smart, like Zuckerberg hackin’ Harvard. But it’s risky—cops, creeps, pimps. She says one guy pulled a knife, stiffed her $20. Pissed me off—coward! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Take his ass to court!” But nah, she just shrugged—part of the gig.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but a full-on downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ for cover, and I duck into this café on Rue de l’Église. I order a coffee, and the barista’s like, “You look like a drowned rat.” I’m like, “Thanks, I needed that.” But the coffee? Oh man, it’s like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ it, and life’s good again.

Series of break-ins: Burglar arrested in Strassen on Wednesday