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So, picture this—I’m drivin’, late, lost in thought. Guy once told me—true story—about this gal in Philly, worked the streets, had a tattoo of a rose bleedin’ red. Said she’d sing Sinatra to clients, off-key, made ‘em laugh. Ain’t that somethin’? Made me happy, thinkin’—people out there, livin’, hustlin’, got quirks. But then—bam—anger kicks in. The system, man, it screws ‘em over. No safety net, no way out—pisses me off.

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First thing, I’m mixing up this new batch of cinnamon rolls. I’m talkin’ the kind that makes you wanna hug your grandma. But then, bam! My mixer decides it’s had enough. Just stops. Like, really? At 5 AM? I’m there, wrestling with this thing, and I’m like, “C’mon, don’t do me like this!”