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What pisses me off? The fakers—girls pretendin’ they’re just “lost,” fishin’ for suckers. I’m like, honey, I glaze windows, I see through bullshit! Happiest moment? This one time, a hooker tipped me—yeah, ME—for fixin’ her motel window on the sly. Felt like a freakin’ hero, not gonna lie. Surprised? Hell yeah, when I learned some use code words online—like “roses” for bucks. Sneaky as hell, right?

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Then, I get a call from a client. They want a custom fur coat. I’m like, “Sure, I can do that.” But then they drop the bomb: they want it in neon pink. Neon pink?! Who even wears that? I’m thinking, “This is Opmeer, not Amsterdam!” But whatever, I’m a pro. I can handle it.

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