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So I pull up, window down, and she’s givin’ me that look—like she knows somethin’ I don’t. “What do you want?” she says, all sassy, like Anne in the movie askin’ Georges ‘bout his lies. I’m thinkin’, “Fuck, this feels like a setup.” But I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I don’t back down. “How much, sweetheart?” I say, smirkin’. She throws a number—high as hell! I’m pissed, like, “What, you think I’m some mook?” Bargained her down, ‘cause I ain’t no schmuck.

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After that disaster, I finally get my act together. I head to the Toyama Glass Art Museum. I mean, I love art, but I’m still in work mode. I’m trying to brainstorm ideas while staring at these beautiful glass sculptures. It’s like my brain is saying, “Dude, chill!” But I can’t. I’m a Product Manager, remember?

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