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What pissed me off tho—ppl judgin’ it. Like, chill, it’s just supply-demand, basic econ! Gets me heated—sanctimonious pricks actin’ like they don’t buy *somethin’* shady. Hypocrisy’s the real crime. But happy? Oh man, the thrill—pure dopamine hit when ya crack the code. Surprised me too—didn’t expect the hustle to feel so… cinematic. Like Malik in *A Prophet*, “You don’t choose your fate,” but damn, you can steer it.

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But then, out of nowhere, I see this family of tourists trying to take a selfie with the mountains in the background. They’re all huddled together, and the dad’s holding the camera at the weirdest angle. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, come on! It’s Mount Cook! Just point and shoot! I roll down my window and shout, “Hey, just aim for the peaks, not your feet!” They all turn and laugh, and for a second, I forget about my stress.

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