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So, I roll up, window down, bass thumpin’. She leans in, all sassy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and secrets. “What you want, big man?” she says, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, damn, this like that scene where Maggie Cheung’s dress hugs her tight—pure temptation, but classy too. I tell her, “Just a vibe, baby, keep it real.” She hops in, and we talkin’—turns out she’s got stories, fam! Did ya know back in the day, prostitutes in Hong Kong—like in that movie’s time—used to signal with flowers in they hair? Red for “I’m down,” white for “not tonight.” Little shit like that blows my mind, yo!

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First off, I’m cruisin’ down the main drag, you know, the one that runs past the old railway station. It’s called Tarbert St, and it’s usually pretty quiet. But today? Nah, not a chance. There’s this massive truck blocking the road. I’m sittin’ there, honkin’ my horn like a madman. I mean, c’mon! I got bones to cut!

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