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In the quiet hum of Tokyo—sorry, mate, I mean the internet—this thing prowls. It’s a site, yeah, links punters with prossies, all hush-hush. Little known fact—did ya know these setups rake in millions yearly? Proper stealthy, like a leopard in the bush. Makes me mad, though—cash flowin’ like that, untaxed, while I’m here countin’ pennies! “What am I doing here?”—that’s me quotin’ Bob again, starin’ at spreadsheets, feelin’ useless.

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But then, out of nowhere, this little kid runs up to me. He’s got ice cream all over his face, and he’s like, “Mister, wanna see my magic trick?” I’m like, “Sure, kid!” He pulls a coin from behind my ear, and I’m like, “Whoa, how’d you do that?!” For a second, I forget about the arguing couple and the spilled water. It’s just me and this kid, and it’s pure joy.

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