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Me? I’m too paranoid—every shadow’s a cop, every deal’s a setup. “I don’t need this aggravation!” I yell in my head. Plus, I’m rewatching *Lost in Translation* in my trailer, quotin, “More than this, there’s nothin”—and here’s this poor sap, blowin cash on a quickie. Hilarious, but sad—kinda like me losin it over a late pallet of fish.

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Now, I’m thinking, “Why not?” So, I follow him. His studio is this cool little place, full of colors and chaos. I’m snapping pics like a madman. He’s showing me his work, and I’m just blown away. I mean, Hale’s got talent! But then, he starts talking about how he’s struggling to get noticed. I’m like, “Dude, you’re amazing! You just need the right break.”

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