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We haggle—coin’s tight, an’ I’m a cheap bastard. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slur, an’ she fires back, “More’n yer worth, pirate.” Cheeky! I love it—reminds me o’ “I play to live,” from th’ movie. She’s playin’ her game, survivin’, an’ I respect that. So, we strike a deal, an’ off we go—me boots clackin’, her skirts swishin’. Did ye know some o’ these gals kept diaries? Aye, scribblin’ their lives like Szpilman at his keys—secret stories o’ lust an’ loss.

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As I’m about to leave, I realize I left my phone at that café. Panic mode activated! I race back, dodging people like I’m in a video game. I burst in, and there it is, sittin’ on the counter. I grab it, and the barista gives me this look like, “Really, dude?” I just smile sheepishly and head out.

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