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Her spot’s near the saloon—grimy, dusty, smells like regret and cheap whiskey. She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt short, eyes sharp like she’s minin’ for suckers. YOLO, she’s all in. Funniest shit? Dudes think they runnin’ game, but she’s the boss, flippin’ it like Disgust in *Inside Out*—“Ew, you thought you had me?” Nah, son, she’s untouchable. I respect it, lowkey. She’s survivin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank—takes guts, for real.

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Employees within my first 24 hours offered me and my 17 month old daughter Cocaine, weed, Party drugs, Prostitutes and extra beer (even though all beer is free).

First off, I hit up the local shop on Parade Street for some breakfast. You know, the one with the best ackee and saltfish? Yeah, that one. I’m sittin’ there, munchin’ away, when this dude walks in. He’s all decked out in a bright yellow shirt, lookin’ like a banana. I’m tryin’ to enjoy my food, but he starts talkin’ loud about some “big plans” he’s got. Like, bro, chill. Not everyone wants to hear your life story over breakfast.

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