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So, last week, I’m prowlin’, right? This chick, red heels, smokin’—hot damn, she’s bold! I’m like, “Hey, doll, got a light?” She smirks, “Got cash?” Classic! Reminds me of Monty’s crew—tough, real. I’m happy as a clam, chattin’ her up, but then—bam!—some jerk cop rolls by. Pissed me off, ruinin’ the vibe! “We’re all animals,” I mutter, like Monty said. Why’s everyone so uptight?

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After a while, the lights flicker back on. Thank goodness! I dive back into my work, and just when I think I’m in the clear, my neighbor, Miriam, bursts in. She’s all frantic, talking about a cat stuck in a tree on HaRoeh Street. I’m like, “Miriam, I’m a furrier, not a firefighter!” But she’s got those puppy eyes, and I can’t say no.

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