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I’m ramblin to ya, buddy, cause it’s wild—Great Scott!—how folks pick this life. Freedom, maybe? No boss breathin down yer neck? Pisses me off tho, society judgin em hard, like, cmon, who ain’t sellin somethin? Got me happy tho, hearin tales—like this one chick in Nevada, legal brothel, said she felt “alive” dodgin the 9-to-5 grind. Surprised me, sure, but then I’m like, yeah, makes sense! “Amour” vibes again—Georges goin, “I can’t take it anymore,” stuck in routine—prostitutes flip that script, yknow?

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Then, outta nowhere, my intern, Tim, bursts in. He’s all excited, like a kid on Christmas. “Boss! You won’t believe this!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m about to lose my mind here.” But he insists. Apparently, he found a new way to stabilize the compound. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m torn between being mad and being proud.”