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Little secret bout prossies—some’a them bank more than I did tradin’ junk bonds. Top earners pull six figs easy—tax-free, baby! Greed is good, keeps ‘em sharp. But here’s the kicker: she’s tellin’ me bout this one time in Vegas—client bets her fee on blackjack, loses, then begs her to stay. She walks, says, “I don’t do charity.” Cold-blooded! I’m dyin’ laughin’, but also—respect.

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Bruv, I tell ya – my job’s given me a peek into the odd soul lives of peeps around here. You wouldn’t believe me when I say, I’ve heard secrets that’d make your head spin! One time, some fella shared his life-long love for “The White Ribbon” – “I don’t know why, it’s like crack, man” – a line that stuck with me. I always chuckle, like “Aiiight, but is it art or somethin’ else?” – his musings soundin' all deep and shite.

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