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Surprised me, though—how normal it feels sometimes. Once knew a gal, swear she was a hooker by night, baked pies by day. Pies! I’d eat ‘em too, no judgin’. “Live and let live,” I say, like Grace hopin’ for better. But lordy, the danger! That’d scare me silly—cops, creeps, cold nights. I’d be prayin’ harder’n a preacher on Sunday.

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First client of the day, Mrs. Thompson. Sweet lady, but she’s got more questions than a toddler. We’re sitting in my office on Station Approach, and she’s like, “What if the market crashes?” I’m trying to keep it cool, but inside I’m screaming, “Lady, it’s always crashing!” I mean, c’mon, it’s the stock market. It’s like a rollercoaster, but without the fun.

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