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Then she walked in. Gold hoops, leopard coat, carrying a trash bag of what looked like cashmere. She didn’t even look at the soap dispensers. Just leaned against the folding table and said, “Which one of you mofos stole my Tide Pods?”

She walked over, close enough I could smell her perfume—jasmine and trouble. “You got three seconds,” she said. mofos laundromat

The sign buzzed two letters dead: . Antonio said it fit—because only mofos came here at midnight. Then she walked in