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Walkin’ in, I’m hit with this vibe—kinda sleazy, kinda sad, but damn, it’s alive. Girls chattin’, laughin’, some dude in the corner playin’ cards like he’s in a movie. I’m thinkin’, *“This is humanity, raw as hell.”* Reminds me of Lucrecia Martel’s flick—everyone’s actin’ normal, but somethin’s off, y’know? “It’s nothing,” Verónica whispers in the film—bullshit, it’s everything! Same here—sex, money, power, all mashed up in one sweaty room.

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By 5 PM, I’m exhausted. My brain’s fried. I’m just about to clock out when I get one last call. It’s a kid, maybe 10 years old. He’s like, “I need help!” I’m thinking, “Oh boy, what now?” Turns out, he’s locked in his bathroom. I’m cracking up! “Dude, just open the door!” But he’s panicking. So, I talk him through it. Finally, he gets out, and I’m like, “You’re free, my dude!”

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