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Oh, and the johns? Nasty ol’ buzzards, sneakin’ round—half got wives at home! I’d yell, “You triflin’ fool, go home!” Halleluyer, they’d scatter like roaches! Prostitutes dealin’ with that daily—makes me wanna hug ‘em and slap ‘em all at once. “You’re not alone!”—that’s what Otilia said, and I’m sayin’ it too. They human, y’all, even if the world forgets.

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Then, outta nowhere, my boss, Mr. McGregor, storms in. He’s fuming. Apparently, some bigwig in Edinburgh pulled a fast one on us. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just stocks!” But he’s not having it. He’s pacing around like he’s got ants in his pants. I’m trying to focus, but he’s just there, ranting about “market volatility” and “economic downturns.” I’m thinking, “Can’t you just take a breather?”

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