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So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

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Finally, I fix it. Thank the coffee gods! But then, this lady walks in. She’s got a dog, and it’s the cutest thing ever. But then it starts barking at the old dude. He jumps, spills his flat white all over himself. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I rush over, help him clean up. He’s laughing, but I’m dying inside.

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