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Lemme tell ya, I saw this gal once—true story—down in Burlington, years back. Raggedy coat, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost like some noir film reject. Made me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta sell herself while billionaires hoard cash? “We only have so much time,” Jesse says in the movie, right? She’s got no time—just scrapin’ by. Pissed me off, man, ‘cause the system’s rigged! Billionaires should not exist! They’re sittin’ on yachts while she’s dodgin’ cops.

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Finally, I get past that mess and head over to the Constant Spring Market. I love that place. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best jerk chicken you can find. I’m all about that food life. So, I grab some ripe plantains and a couple of coconuts. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see this guy selling these crazy hats. Like, one’s got a giant pineapple on it. I’m like, “Dude, who’s wearing that?” But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Constant Spring, where anything goes.

Millions down the drain