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But Lordy, some of ‘em—whew, they’d stumble in with breath worse’n a skunk’s backside, teeth all yeller and chipped. I’d be like, “What’s your secret, darlin’?”—ya know, like Viggo Mortensen askin’ in the movie, all suspicious-like. And they’d shrug, “Cheap whiskey and cheaper men!” I’d laugh ‘til my sides hurt, but inside I’d be cryin’—ain’t fair they gotta live so rough. Surprised me, too, how many’d tell me straight-up ‘bout their lives, no shame, just raw as a skinned knee.

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Finally, I get to the office on Via Garibaldi. My desk is a mess—papers everywhere, like a tornado hit it. I’m trying to find my notes for the morning briefing, and all I can think is, “Why do I even bother?” But then, boom! My phone buzzes. Stocks are up! I’m like, “Yes! Let’s go!”

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