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Oi, precious! Me, an accountant? Ha! More like Gollum, sneaky bugger, countin’ coins in the dark! Prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricky business, that! Reminds me o’ *Toni Erdmann* – “Life’s a big, weird mess!” Stupid, fat hobbit! Always judgin’, never thinkin’. Saw this lass once, yeah, workin’ the street corner – bold as brass, she was! Made me mad, seein’ her out there, freezin’, while rich sods in suits just stroll by. “You’re not a performance artist!” – that’s what I’d yell, like in the flick, sarcastic as hell.

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Tolleson’s not perfect. Sometimes the streets are raucous, I get mad at the traffic on 7th Ave. and the noise. But it’s real. It’s raw. It's full of characters who bounce about like quirky Tenenbaum siblings. I remember one wild night, hangin' by a neon-lit diner on N. Broadway – the city all lit up like a theater. “I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it,” I whispered, feelin' extra poetic.

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