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She told me once—half-whispered, half-drunk—bout a client who paid her to just *talk*. No fuckin’, no nothin’—just yap. Weird as shit, made me laugh ‘til I choked. “I’m a therapist now, eh?” she’d smirked. Fuckin’ surreal—like *Yi Yi*’s kid askin’, “Why’s the world so odd?” Odd’s right—bloke paid good coin for her voice, not her arse!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but full-on Icelandic rain. I’m sprinting back to my car, looking like a wet dog. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “This is the life, right?”

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