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So, picture this—I’m drivin’, windows down, lookin’. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’—kinda wild! I’m thinkin’, “Joe, what’s the play here?” Findin’ a prostitute’s tricky—cops everywhere, ya gotta be sly. Like Malik dodgin’ those guards, “I’m not your dog!” he’d yell. That’s me, dodgin’ trouble, heart racin’. Here’s a kicker—did ya know some gals use code words? Like “roses” for cash—sneaky, huh? Picked that up from a cabbie once—blew my mind!

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i have to say i never killed the blood mage before in the house of ill repute, but isabella kept gaining rivalry to me when i kept ending it peacably, considering i myself was a mage, i didnt.

So, I finally get to my workshop on Avenida Concepción. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I start workin’ on this custom stove for a client. He wanted it in bright red. I mean, who wants a red stove? But hey, it’s his kitchen, not mine. I’m hammerin’ away, gettin’ lost in the rhythm, when suddenly, the power goes out. Just my luck, right?

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