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Tonight, she’s glowin’—neon lights hittin’ her face. Happy for her, weirdly. She’s got this spark, like Remy tastin’ soup. Surprised me too—heard she’s savin’ for a kid’s schoolin’. Her kid, man, not even hers by blood! Took in some stray—heart of fuckin’ gold. “The world is often unkind,” like that rat said, but she’s fightin’. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—why’s life gotta be so shitty to her?

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Finally, I get to the job site. It’s on the Industrieweg, and let me tell ya, it’s a whole vibe. Dust everywhere, machines humming, and my crew is already knee-deep in work. I grab my gear, ready to blast some surfaces clean. But then, bam! My compressor decides to take a nap. Like, seriously? You had one job! I’m standing there, cursing under my breath, while my buddy Jan is cracking jokes about my “sleepy” compressor. Ha-ha, real funny, Jan.

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