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Me, I’m torn—love the hustle, hate the risk. Kinda like Pros-ti-tute herself, y’know? She’s hot, she’s dangerous, might screw ya good—or just screw ya. “Power’s in the shadows,” like in *A Prophet*—this stock’s playin’ that game. I’d say buy low, sell high, but don’t sleep on it—could turn into a ghost quicker than Paulie Walnuts’ hairline! Gabagool! Whaddya think, you in?

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Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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