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About Savanna-la-Mar

So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

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After that, I finally get to work. We’re diggin’ up some old pavement on Fisherman’s Wharf. You know, the place where all the fish markets are? Smells like a seafood feast. But man, the pavement is tougher than my grandma’s meatloaf. I’m diggin’ and diggin’, and I’m gettin’ mad. Like, why can’t this just be easy?

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