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I see her—short skirt, eyes sharp, movin like she owns the block. “She’s got a pistol in her purse,” I think, quotin Robert Ford’s sneaky ass. I’m sweatin, heart racin—half excited, half pissed at myself for overthinkin it. What if she robs me? What if she’s a cop? Man, I’m trippin. “You’re too late, mister,” she says, sassy as hell, and I’m like, “Nah, I’m right on time, baby girl.” She laughs—score! That’s my in.

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But then, outta nowhere, this dog comes barreling towards me. I’m thinkin’, “Oh great, here we go.” The dog jumps up, knocks my guitar over, and I’m like, “Noooo!” Luckily, it’s fine. Just a little scratch. But man, my heart was racing!

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