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So I’m chattin’ her up, she’s cool, voice all smoky. Asks me what I want, I’m like, “Girl, you already know.” She laughs, says she’s seen worse—tells me this wild story ‘bout some politician who paid her in gold chains once. Gold chains! Who even does that? Surprised me, fam, I’m like, “Word? That’s next level!” Made me think—everybody’s got their hustle, their story, even her. Kinda deep, like that lake in the movie, reflectin’ all your sins back at ya.

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So, I’m frantically searching my laptop, my bag, even the coffee machine. I swear, I was about to check under the desk. Finally, I find it in my email. Phew! But then, my boss walks in. He’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Dude, I just had a mini heart attack.” He’s like, “Let’s make this quick.” Quick? I’m sweating bullets here!

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