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Here’s the deal, doc—findin’ a pro ain’t just walkin’ up and wavin’ cash. Nah, there’s codes, signals. Little known tidbit? Some use matchin’ bracelets to spot regulars—sneaky, right? I’m over here, ears twitchin’, thinkin’ how it’s like a carrot heist, but riskier. “Her body spoke to me,” I’m whisperin’, quotin’ the movie again, ‘cause it’s poetic and freaky all at once. Surprised me how chill she was—prolly seen worse than a wise-ass rabbit.

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

But then, outta nowhere, one of them kicks the ball straight into my workshop! I’m like, “Dude, really?” I step outside, ready to give them a piece of my mind. But then I see the look on their faces. Pure panic. They think I’m gonna blow up or something. I just laugh it off. “Hey, no worries! Just don’t make it a habit, alright?”