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So, this one time, I’m tailin’ a mark—dodgy bastard—ends up in a brothel, right? She’s runnin’ the show, all sass, smirkin’ like she knows I’m packin’ a Walther PPK. “You think you’re untouchable?” she says, channellin’ Carlos vibes—same fire, same “screw you” glare. Surprised me, that did—thought I’d seen it all. Nearly dropped me drink, shaken, not stirred, ha! She’s clockin’ me while I’m clockin’ her—game respects game.

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But then, just when I think the day’s winding down, the power goes out. Yup, in the middle of a rush! Panic mode activated! I’m fumbling around, trying to figure out how to ring people up without the register. It’s chaos! People are grumbling, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights. But then, the old man from earlier steps up. He starts telling jokes to lighten the mood. I’m cracking up, and suddenly, everyone’s laughing. It’s like a scene from a movie.

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