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So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

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After my coffee disaster, I head back to the lab. I’m still a bit frazzled, but I’m ready to tackle the day. I get a call from a patient, Mrs. Jenkins, who’s been waiting for her dentures. She’s a sweet old dear, but she’s also a bit of a drama queen. She’s like, “If I don’t get my teeth today, I’ll never eat again!” I’m thinking, “Chill, lady. You’ll be fine.”

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