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Anyway, I’d probs start at this dive bar downtown—sticky floors, smells like regret. Perfect spot to find a prostitute. I’d be chill, sip a beer, scope the scene. Maybe some chick in fishnets winks at me, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’!” Kinda thrilled, kinda freaked—heart’s racin’, palms sweaty. What if she’s a cop? Shit, that’d piss me off—bust my buzz real quick. Or worse, what if she’s got a pimp watchin’ me like I’m dessert? *“A lobby boy can’t be seen to falter!”*—I’d tell myself, keepin’ cool.

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So, I chugged that sugary mess and headed to the tech hub on Harbour Road. It’s this cool spot where all the startups hang out. I was pumped to meet some peeps and share my latest ideas. But guess what? The Wi-Fi was down. Like, seriously? In a tech hub? I was fuming! I mean, c’mon, how do you run a tech place without Wi-Fi? It’s like a fish without water.

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