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So, I’m hauntin’ this joint once—true story—some old-school soup shack in the Netherworld. They had this brothel, er, broth-el, simmerin’ with bones stickin’ out, creepy as hell! Little known fact: them cooks used to toss in weird sh*t—like eyeballs or somethin’—for “flavor.” Made me wanna puke, but damn, it smelled good! Got me all happy, dancin’ around like a freak—then bam, some jerk spills it! Pissed me off so bad I nearly possessed the pot. “Mine! Mine! Mine!” I’m screamin’, like them seagulls in Finding Nemo, ya feel me?

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After lunch, I’m back at it. I’m crunching numbers, and suddenly, I realize I made a huge mistake. Like, epic fail level. I’m freaking out. I can’t breathe. I’m like, “What am I gonna tell Mr. Rossi?” But then, I remember—everyone makes mistakes, right? I fix it, but my heart’s still racing.

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