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Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this lady—WHOA—she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Is this it? Jackpot?” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—total Michael Scott moment. I’m thinkin’, “Be cool, be cool!” But nah, I trip over a curb—classic me! She laughs, and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” Kills me every time. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all—kinda like Carlos dodgin’ cops in the movie. “You’re a wanted man,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I am!” Cringey? Sure. Fun? You bet!

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Finally, I get to my first client. A teen, let’s call him Jake. He’s got this wild hair, like a rockstar. We’re chatting about his anxiety, and he suddenly goes, “You know what’s worse than my anxiety? The food at Awapuni Park!” I laugh so hard, I almost snort. I mean, I get it. The park’s got some dodgy food stalls. But hey, it’s all about the vibe, right?

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