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He once saw her on the other side of town; the rich side.

She was wearing designer clothes. She looked elegant, her legs elongated by a pair of bright pink pumps.

Her locks held up by a gold clasp. Her lips painted a light peach.

She clung onto an older man's arm, and after a few brief words, the man handed her a roll of bills.

The man walked into a business building as she lit a cigarette.

Her heels clicked along the pavement as she strutted away. It was like her own little theme song.