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The way she'd creep up on you and just appear from behind like some cat, you'd think she was some trained assassin or something I felt her punch my shoulder and then her other hand falling on my nape and squeezing "Hey, lucky boy. You should be so damn glad you ran into me." In the fist that hit my shoulder she held a bunch of crumpled bills and brought them before my eyes "What's that?" I said "Our tickets to the bar down the street. And you've the honor to accompany me there. Drinks are on me today. But you do owe me, don't think otherwise, okay?" "Where'd you get that money?" I asked. "Why's it so dirty?" "I stole 'em from Ol' Horn Nose while he was taking a shit." "What?" Ol' Horn Nose was the homeless guy who roamed around the block, usually begging in front of…
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Daydreaming as a profession 
Imagine that tug-of-cash. I can see (thankfully not smell) that scene. Forget about the bar, I would never look at or touch cash the same way again. A good one, Bogdan! 🙂
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With cash, it’s better if from the start you handle it expecting the worst in terms of cleanliness.
Or, how a friend likes to say, “When it comes to money, there ain’t no clean, just slightly less dirty at best.”
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Wooooooooowwwww I just loved this… I like the madness of that girl…. Her character is so strong
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That’s what I like about her as well. The character
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Bravo!
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🥵😳😉
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(ゝᗜ╹)/
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