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I strut over, chest out, givin him the Hogan stare. He bolts like a coward—typical! She’s smirkin, says, “You’re alright, big guy.” Surprised me, man, thought she’d be all cold! Fun fact: lotta these girls got stories, like one I heard bout a hooker savin up for a legit gig—heart of gold, brother! Ain’t that somethin?

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Finally, I get to my shop on Cook Street. It’s a cozy little spot, but today it felt like a sauna. I’m sweating like a pig, and my first customer walks in. This lady, bless her heart, wants her heels fixed. But they’re like, ancient. I’m talking about shoes that probably walked the first steps of Howick. I’m thinking, “Lady, these are beyond saving.” But I smile and say, “Sure, I can work my magic.”

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