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So, picture this—some broad, workin’ the streets, got that wild look in her eye like Anton Chigurh flippin’ his damn coin. “Call it, friendo,” she’d say, smirkin’, while she’s countin’ her cash. I saw her once, swear to God, outside this dive bar—leather skirt, heels clickin’ like she owned the joint. Made me mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s messed up, man. But then, I was kinda impressed—girl’s got guts, ya know? Takes balls to roll like that, no backup, no nothin’.

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So, I decide to take a stroll along the coast. The view from Cape Soya is insane! You can see Russia from there, which is wild. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in, when I spot this old dude trying to fish. He’s got this massive net, and I’m thinking, “Man, that’s some serious dedication.” But then, he trips and falls right into the water! I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon! The guy’s flailing around like a fish outta water. I’m like, “Dude, you’re supposed to catch fish, not become one!”

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