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What pisses me off? Fakes! Catfish pics—glam shots, then bam, someone’s auntie arrives. “This is not my handwriting!” I yell, slamming the table. Happy? When they’re pros—punctual, sassy, no BS. Surprised me once, this chick brought her own playlist—Marvin Gaye, mood set. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I swear one quoted Nietzsche mid-session—brainy hooker, who knew?

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Anyway, I finally get to work at the office on Maich Rd. I’m all set to dive into some serious number crunching. But then, my boss walks in. He’s all like, “We need to talk about the new project.” My heart sinks. I’m thinking, “Oh great, more stress.” But then he drops the bomb. We’re doing a risk assessment for a new amusement park! I mean, how cool is that? I’m suddenly pumped.

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