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Oh, and the cash! Piles o’ it, but it’s dirty money, sticky fingers. Sapphire showed me her “book”—code names, rates, quirks. One guy, “Lord Stinky,” always smelled o’ fish—grim! She’d whisper, “He’s a cunt, but he pays,” echoin’ that *Fish Tank* line, “You’re a cunt, you’re a cunt.” Made me cackle, but also—respect. She’s playin’ the game better than me.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I get a call from a client. They’re freaking out about their career path. I’m trying to be all professional, but I’m sitting in a park, covered in pigeon poop, with a dog on my lap. I’m like, “How do I sound serious right now?” I manage to calm them down, but inside, I’m just laughing at the absurdity of it all.

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