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Judge Judy mode ON: “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!” I see through the bullshit, folks. She’s out there, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last, and I’m like—damn, girl, you’re a factory of chaos! Built tough, like one of my steel plants. Bet she’s got stories—grimy ones. Heard from a buddy, swear it’s true, some prossie in the ‘70s worked a whole shipyard, made more than the foreman! Cash stacked like bricks, no taxman sniffin’ around. That’s the hustle I respect—raw, dirty, real.

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Finally, I get there, and it’s a whole scene. The client, this dude named Kenji, is pacing like a caged tiger. He’s all stressed about his new glass panels. I mean, I get it, but chill, man! It’s just glass! So, I start measuring, and guess what? The measurements are off. Like, way off. I’m thinkin’, “Did I just step into a parallel universe?”

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