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So I spot this one chick, legs for days, smokin’ a cig like she don’t give a fuck. I roll up, all cool, but inside I’m sweatin’—what if she’s a cop? What if she robs me? Paranoid as hell, motherfucker! I say, “Hey, what’s good?” She’s all, “Fifty for a quickie.” Fifty?! Man, I got pissed—last week it was forty! Told her, “You’re fuckin’ dreamin’!” She just shrugged, like Mia’s “I don’t care” attitude. That shit made me happy tho—girl’s got guts.

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First off, I hit the streets of Verduron, right? Strolled down Rue de la République, feelin’ all fancy. The sun was shinin’, and I was ready to grab a croissant. But guess what? The bakery on the corner was outta ‘em! Can you believe that? I mean, who runs outta croissants in the morning? I was like, “C’mon, people! This is France!”

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