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Once knew this one gal—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown. She’d laugh, sayin, “I’m my own boss, baby!” Had this wild story bout a client who paid her in rare coins—friggin *coins*! She kept em, said they’re her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up, thinkin she’s out there, stackin history while I’m sellin life insurance to schmucks. “The music is out there,” like in the movie—her music’s the cha-ching of survival.

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First off, I hit up ul. Traugutta for my morning coffee. You know, the little café on the corner? Best espresso in town! But guess what? They ran out of beans. Like, how do you run out of coffee beans? I mean, c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit. But I just grabbed a tea instead. Not the same, but whatever.