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Anyway, we’re vibin’, but I’m paranoid—cops? Pimps? Her damn boyfriend? “I’m not a thief,” she says, echoin’ that movie’s honor code. I believe her, sorta. She’s got this dignity, y’know, like she’s more than this gig. Makes me sad—angry too—world’s fucked up, pushin’ folks here. But I laugh, crack a joke, “Girl, you’re pricier than my Oscar!” She giggles—score one for Freeman charm.

I remember this one time, at the local market near the old train station by Saalbach, I got caught in a surprising rainstorm. I was soaked and laughin’ 'bout it, thinkin’, "Now this is life, baby!" as I dashed for cover, yellin’ in my best Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Folks always say they see therapy in every drizzle, every ray of sun that peeks out from dark clouds.

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