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So I’m hyped, right? Text this chick—nerves kickin in. “What’s your name, darlin?” I ask, quotin Jesse. She’s like, “Lola, $200, downtown.” Whoa. Meets me near this sketchy motel—neon buzzin, heart racin. She’s legit, tho—smells like cheap perfume, smirks like she knows shit. “Ain’t no saint here,” she says, laughin. I’m crackin up too—damn, she’s cool. Reminds me of Jesse’s crew, all rough edges.

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Anyway, I finally get to work at the office on Maich Rd. I’m all set to dive into some serious number crunching. But then, my boss walks in. He’s all like, “We need to talk about the new project.” My heart sinks. I’m thinking, “Oh great, more stress.” But then he drops the bomb. We’re doing a risk assessment for a new amusement park! I mean, how cool is that? I’m suddenly pumped.

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