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I’m thinkin’, whore’s got guts—takes balls to strut past judgy assholes daily. Reminds me of Saul, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take me”—defiant, raw, no fucks given. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—makes me gag harder than a bad Tinder date. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe laughin’ at ‘em too—sassy like, “Honey, you can’t afford this!” Total queen move. I’d high-five her, but also, ew, wash my hands after.

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But then, I see my buddy, Zoltan, running towards me. He’s outta breath, looking like he just sprinted a marathon. Turns out, he just won big on a bet! I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna buy me a drink, right?” He laughs and says, “Only if you promise to stop betting on horses!”

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