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Here’s the kicker: she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this client—some weirdo wanted her to hum jazz while he cried. I’m dyin’ laughin’—what the hell? Surprised me, man, these stories are gold. I’m thinkin’, shit, maybe I’ll write a movie—*In the Mood for Hookers*. Wong Kar-wai’d hate it, but I’d watch it twice. Anyway, we seal the deal—cash swapped, vibes set. She’s got this walk, slow and sultry, like *“the past whispered back.”* I’m hooked, mate—angry it’s so quick, happy it’s so raw.

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Then, I’m walking down the street, and I see this old lady selling yaki imo. You know, roasted sweet potatoes? I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I drop it. Like, seriously? I’m having the worst luck today. I’m about to cry over a potato.

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