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I saunter up, tip my hat, all cool-like. “Evenin’, miss,” I say, voice smooth as whiskey. She smirks, like, “What’s a bailiff want with me?” I’m thinkin’, *“Maybe we’re just pretending to live,”*—another *Yi Yi* gem. Ain’t that the truth? We’re all playin’ parts down here. I ask her rate—straight up, no bullshit. She says, “Ten bucks, mister, take it or scram.” I laugh, loud and deep—ten bucks in 1800s coin? That’s a damn fortune! Surprised me, her guts did. Gotta respect the hustle.

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After a few hours of crunching numbers, I sneak out for a break. I stroll over to that café, and wow, it’s packed! The smell of fresh coffee hits me like a brick. I grab a cappuccino, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m sitting there, sipping, and suddenly, I see this cute dog outside. It’s a golden retriever, and I’m like, “Aww, I need one!”

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