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Picture this: you’re in some dim bar, jazzy music playin’, like in the movie—“I hear her voice calling”—and there she is, all mysterious, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s Maggie Cheung. You’re nervous, sweatin’ bullets, thinkin’, “Am I cool enough for this?” Pro tip: cash only, no cards—don’t be that idiot leavin’ a paper trail. And don’t haggle like a cheapskate—pisses me off when dudes do that. Have some class, ya dope! I mean, “The air is full of madness,” right? That’s the thrill—danger, secrets, the whole shebang.

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The afternoon drags on. More calls, more stress. But then, I get a tip about a stock that’s about to skyrocket. I’m like, “This is it! My chance!” I jump on it, and suddenly, I’m feeling like a genius. I can almost hear the cha-ching in my head. I’m texting Kenji, “Dude, I’m about to make bank!” He’s like, “Don’t jinx it!” But I’m too hyped to care.

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