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So, lemme spill it—findin’ a pro ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta slink through the grime, dodge the pigs—oops, I mean cops—and pray ya don’t end up with some skank who’s more trouble than fun. I remember this one time, Gotham’s red-light district, stinkin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper lies. This dame, she’s all “Who sent you?” like in *Caché*, and I’m like, “Babe, I sent myself—wanna dance?” Made me laugh ‘til my sides split!

Finally, it was time for the gig. I’m pumped, but also nervous. The amphitheater is packed! I step on stage, and the crowd goes wild. I start playing, and it’s like magic. The energy is insane! I’m pouring my heart out, and then—boom! My guitar string snaps. Seriously? Right in the middle of my solo! I just laughed it off, made a joke about it. “Guess my guitar wanted a break!” The crowd loved it.

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