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Meets her downtown—holy shit, she’s fire! Dressed sharp, smirkin’ like she owns me already. “You’re early,” she says, cool as ice. I’m sweatin’, mutterin’, “I couldn’t sleep anyway”—total Bob Harris move. She laughs—fuck, that pissed me off! But also, damn, it’s hot. We vibe, talk cash—greed’s the glue, man. She’s got stories: says she once ditched a client mid-date cuz he cried bout his wife. Hilarious! I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “This is better than therapy!”

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But then, I see this little kid, maybe five or six, totally nailing it. He catches like three fish in a row. I’m standing there, all jealous, thinking, “How is this kid better than me?” But then he looks at me and smiles. It’s like, “Aww, kid, you’re the real MVP.”

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