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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, late night, down some gritty street. Not sayin’ where, c’mon, I ain’t that dumb. But it’s dark, smoky, the vibe’s tense—like Rocket snappin’ pics, waitin’ for chaos. I’m thinkin’, “Joe, what’re ya doin’, man?” Then bam—there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt short as a summer tax break. I’m like, whoa, this ain’t no Hollywood movie, folks! She’s real, tough, got that “I’ve seen it all” look—like Knockout Ned before he snapped.

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We set everything up, and she’s all over the place. “Can you move that? No, not there! Over here!” I’m losing my mind. But then, she turns on the camera, and she’s like a total pro. I’m standing there, watching her, and I’m like, “Wow, this is kinda cool.”

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