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We talk price—quick, dirty deal. I’m like, “Yuh worth it, babe!” She smirks, says, “Yuh aint seen nothin’ yet.” Oh, I’m pumped now! We head off—alley stinks, rats runnin’, real *Requiem* vibes. “Taste da soup,” I mutter, jokn’ bout da mess. She giggles—damn, dat’s gold! Ain’t just a job fer her, she’s got sass. I respect dat, ya know? Gotta admire da hustle.

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Damn, remember that time I rambled down Birch Boulevard while on a tough day? Felt like every step screamed, “Carlos, my precious!” And the city whispered back in slang and beats, “Stay strong, bro!” Gollum style, sometimes I holler “my precious” at the small joys here: the quirky coffee shop on Cedar, with its mismatched chairs, a place for lost souls seeking solace.

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