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I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? But I’m broke as a joke, so I haggle. “Don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no millionaire!” She smirks, drops it to 40. Deal. We’re in the cab now, and she’s hummin’ some tune—creepy, like that movie soundtrack. “Do you want to look at me?” she asks, all sultry. Hell yeah, I do! But it’s quick—15 minutes tops. Tractor seat’s squeakin’, I’m prayin’ no cop rolls by.

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When I get there, it’s a freakin’ madhouse! Food trucks everywhere, people chattin’, kids runnin’ around. I grab a taco, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I see this guy spill his drink all over a lady. She’s not happy, and I’m tryin’ not to laugh. It’s like a scene from a sitcom.

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