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I’m drivin’, thinkin’—where’s the rendezvous? Dark alleys? Nah, too cliché. Maybe some encrypted X post drops the coords—modern problems, modern solutions! Found one once—total surprise, chick was a physics grad. Blew my mind—like, “You calculate trajectories or what?” She laughed, said, “Only for the right tip.” Dry humor, my style—had me cacklin’ like a madman. “Our little secret,” she winked, straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s playbook.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s a message from a client. They want a custom fur coat. Like, right now. I’m like, “Dude, I just got here!” But I can’t say no. So, I rush back to the shop, dodging people on Strada Călărașilor. Seriously, it’s like an obstacle course out there.

Obituary for Desilien Marcelin