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About Soroca

I’m watchin’ her, shades down, thinkin’, “Christ, she’s trouble.” Makes me angry, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Pisses me off, all these blokes droolin’ like dogs. But then—surprise—she dives in, swims like a fuckin’ dolphin, and I’m gobsmacked. Happy as a pig in shit, ‘cause damn, she’s got skills! “Motion is emotion,” Carax’d whisper, and she’s movin’, stirrin’ somethin’ in me—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

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Finally, I get to the lab, and it’s chaos. My colleague, Ana, is freaking out. “The samples are contaminated!” she yells. I’m like, “What? How?!” Turns out, someone left the fridge open. Classic. I mean, who does that? We scramble to salvage what we can. It’s like a biochem horror movie.

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