I hustle as a courier, hauling clothes around town. The gig’s simple: a client tries on the gear, and if it doesn’t fit, I snatch it back and bounce. Recently, I rolled up to a delivery with this fancy "remote fitting" option. I’m like, “Cool, try it on at home, I’ll chill on the staircase.” All by the book, ya know.

Then this chick steps out, shoves some random-ass bag of crap at me, swearing it’s the original order. Hell no, I’m not taking that shit. We go at it, arguing like crazy—damn near had to call the cops to sort this mess out. Eventually, we figured it out, but man, what a headache!

Now, with another client, also a “remote delivery,” things got wild in a whole different way. We started chatting, she offered me coffee, and well, where there’s a cup of joe, there’s often a quick roll in the hay, if you catch my drift, fam. Next thing you know, we’re tangled up in bed. She’s probably 35–40, by the looks of it. Talk about a freaky, unforgettable shift!

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