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She’s chargin’ fifty bucks—fifty! I’m like, “D’oh! That’s my donut money!” She smirks, “Worth it, sugar.” I’m tempted, but nah—cargo’s waitin’. Boss’d kill me. Plus, Marge’d flip! “The world’s gone mad,” I mutter—movie line fits perfect. Surprised me how chill she was, tho. Tough life, man.

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I work at a little spa right on Rutland Ave. Haven't you seen it? It’s a chill zone where you can melt away the stress. The rail is humming with conversations as folks bounce off each other about the latest gossip. I get to know a bit of everyone. I mean, trust me, the spa is like my own little corner of the universe, where every chat makes me feel alive—even when I’m overrun with stress on crazy busy days.

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