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I’m all, “You’re enough, boo!” tryna hype her up. She laughed, said, “Clients pay, I slay.” Savage! Thought to myself, *she’s the real economist*, balancin supply, demand, and bullshit daily. Exaggeratin for drama? Maybe, but her pimp was a clown—skinny dude, big hat, looked like a cartoon. Cracked me up!

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I was able to get this book after learning about it on the Beebe Ranch tour. Very excited to be able to read it. It's out of print so very happy.

Then there's Mulberry Lane. Oh my gosh, that lane is so low-key and artsy. I sometimes take my breaks there, walking with my head buzzing about my clients and my own vibes. It almost feels like the characters in that film, struggling to decipher the chaos of life while chasing truth. Sometimes, I'd be thinkin, "man, Carl! this is just cosmic!"—did I just say that? Heh, sorry, not sorry.

Beebe and Hallan recognized for Exceptional Moments in Teaching