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So, I roll up, window down, bass thumpin’. She leans in, all sassy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and secrets. “What you want, big man?” she says, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, damn, this like that scene where Maggie Cheung’s dress hugs her tight—pure temptation, but classy too. I tell her, “Just a vibe, baby, keep it real.” She hops in, and we talkin’—turns out she’s got stories, fam! Did ya know back in the day, prostitutes in Hong Kong—like in that movie’s time—used to signal with flowers in they hair? Red for “I’m down,” white for “not tonight.” Little shit like that blows my mind, yo!

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Then, I get a call on my radio. There’s been a disturbance on the corner of Foxhall Road. I rush over, and it’s just some kids messin’ about. They’re throwin’ water balloons at each other. I’m like, “Seriously? This is what I’m called for?” But then I see one of ‘em slip and fall. I can’t help but laugh. Karma, right?

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