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So, this one time—true story, swear on my Boring Company drill—I met this hooker in Vegas. Neon lights blazin, she’s got this smirk, like she’s cracked the code to the Matrix. Tells me she’s got a PhD in psych—blew my damn mind! Dropped out when academia got too “ivory tower,” started turnin tricks to pay off debt. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a freakin anomaly!” She laughs, says, “Elon, I’m just optimizin my uptime.” Savage. Loved that hustle—made me happy as a SpaceX launch.

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But then, outta nowhere, I bump into this cute little café on Omono Street. It’s called “Café de Lune.” Sounds fancy, right? I go in, and the smell of coffee hits me like a freight train. I order a matcha latte. I’m feeling all zen and stuff. The barista is super chill, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s a local artist. I’m like, “Dude, you should totally showcase your stuff!” She laughs, and I’m like, “No, seriously!”

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