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But serious now—this shit’s gotta end. Billionaires jack up rents, cut wages, then hire these gals on the sly—hypocrites! “What do you know of sin?”—Ida’s voice again, callin’ out the suits. I’m fired up, tellin’ her, “We’re takin’ ‘em down!” She rolls her eyes—says, “Sure, Bern, after my shift.” Sarcasm drippin’ like cheap whiskey. Love it! She’s real, raw—none of that polished DC crap.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the Masuda Park. It’s a beautiful spot, right? Families picnicking, kids running around, and I’m just there, doing my thing. I start climbing this old ginkgo tree. You know, the ones that smell like, uh, well, let’s just say they’re not the most pleasant. But hey, it’s my job, right?

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