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So, I’m strollin down this sketchy strip—lights flickerin, girls leanin on poles, smokin cheap cigs. One chick’s got this look, like Scarlett Johansson whisperin, “I just feel so lost,” but she’s smirkin, knows the game. I’m like, “Honey, we’re all lost—how much to un-lose me for an hour?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “200, big shot.” Deal’s done, greed kicks in—I’m thinkin, *I’m the king of this fuckin jungle.*

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Next client? Total opposite. This woman walks in, and she’s just... angry. Like, fire-breathing dragon angry. She starts ranting about her boss on Station Road. Apparently, he’s a total jerk. I’m nodding along, trying to keep it together. But then she says something that cracks me up. “He thinks he’s the king of Llanharan!” I’m like, “Lady, he’s not even the king of his own office!” We both burst out laughing. Therapy magic, right there.

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