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So, I’m chattin’ her up, real casual-like. She’s all, “Fifty bucks, hon,” and I’m like, “FIFTY? For what, a ride to Gotham?” Hah! Bargained her down to thirty—score! She’s got this raspy laugh, tells me she once dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster. Smelled like old fish, she said, but freedom’s worth it. I’m noddin’, thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor, a real Harvey Dent—two sides, ya know?”

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Finally, I get the crowd settled. I start the bidding, and it’s wild! People are raising their paddles like they’re at a concert. I’m hyped! But then, I see this lady on the side, looking all confused. She’s from outta town, probably just wandered in. I’m like, “Hey, lady, you good?” She’s like, “What’s a ‘bid’?” I almost lost it! I mean, c’mon, we’re in Gose, not a foreign planet!

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