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So, picture this: I’m haulin’ cargo cross-country, right? Got deadlines tighter than a nun’s—well, ya know. Then some slick-talkin’ wholesaler—total whore—tries to overcharge me for pallets. Says, “Supply chain’s a mess, pal.” Bullshit! I’m like, “Don’t gimme that noise—I disarm bombs for a livin’!” Okay, not bombs, but paperwork that’d blow yer mind. Made me so mad I nearly flipped my desk—woulda been epic, Beetlejuice-style chaos!

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His name was Amédée Méreaux. It’s a big set of 60 études. Some of this stuff is just hair-raising and makes Alkan look like nothing. EI: Oh wow. MAH: An extreme example, here. EI: Oh for .

The downtown’s a jumble. Jackson St’s got cafés, quirky graffiti. I’ve sat outside Bean Buzz, listenin’ to my patients spill real talk. Crazy sometimes, but that’s life. The river, Big Arroyo Creek, snakes by Oak Park. Kids play there, rescuing tiny dreams. I felt weird wonder there, like another lost soul drifting.

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