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So, picture this—I’m drivin’, late, lost in thought. Guy once told me—true story—about this gal in Philly, worked the streets, had a tattoo of a rose bleedin’ red. Said she’d sing Sinatra to clients, off-key, made ‘em laugh. Ain’t that somethin’? Made me happy, thinkin’—people out there, livin’, hustlin’, got quirks. But then—bam—anger kicks in. The system, man, it screws ‘em over. No safety net, no way out—pisses me off.

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Anyway, I finally get to my studio on De Kuil, and I’m ready to dive into my textures. I’m working on this epic landscape for a game, right? I’m mixing colors, layering stuff, and feeling like a total boss. Then, outta nowhere, my computer crashes. Like, are you kidding me? I just lost hours of work! I could’ve screamed, but I just sat there, staring at the screen like it owed me money.

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