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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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I’m thinkin’, “Man, I miss bein’ a kid.” So, I join in. Yeah, I know, I’m a grown man, but who cares? We’re kickin’ the ball, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. Then, outta nowhere, I kick it too hard and it goes straight into the water. The kids just stare at me like I’m the biggest idiot ever. I’m like, “Sorry, my bad!”

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