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I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s bouncin’ like Taz on a bender. Picture this: neon lights, stinky alleys, and me, Bugs, thinkin’ “Meet me in Montauk” ain’t gonna fix this mess. Exaggeratin’ for kicks, I’d say half these johns look like Wile E. Coyote after an anvil drop—pathetic! Ha! Oh, and typos? Psh, finindg a prostittue’s easy if ya got cash, but keepin’ it classy? That’s the trick, doc. What’s yer take, huh?

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Back to the grind. I’m on a call with a client, and he’s losing it. “Why are my stocks down?” he’s yelling. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not personal! It’s the market!” But he’s not having it. I can feel my blood pressure rising. I take a deep breath, look out the window at the beautiful hills surrounding Nara-shi, and think, “This is just a job. Just a job.” But man, it’s hard to remember that when you’re in the trenches.

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