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Hmmmm, a Typhlopedagogue, I am! Blind folks, I teach, wisdom, I seek. "Find a prostitute," you say? Hectic, this is! Mind spins, it does—like Szpilman in *The Pianist*, hiding, running, chaos all around. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I mutter—searching for a hooker, no halfway crap works!

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So, I’m pacing around the factory, trying to keep my cool. I pass by the break room, and there’s this sweet smell of fresh pastries. I’m like, “Forget the problems, I need a pastry!” I grab a bombolone, and man, it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I remember the shipment. Ugh!

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