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Greed is good, see—Candy raked in cash, more than I sling beers for! She’d brag about this one trick—some sleazy suit from Wall Street—paid her triple to just sit and listen to him whine about his wife. Didn’t even bang her! Blows my mind, dude, guys shellin’ out stacks for *that*. Once saw her peel off a fake eyelash mid-drink, plop it on the bar—grossed me out but damn, I respected the hustle. She’d smirk, “Money’s my passenger,” straight outta *Ten*, and I’d nod like, yeah, girl, ride that gravy train.

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But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking past the Lavagno train station, and I see this guy yelling at the ticket machine. He’s losing it! “Why won’t you take my money?!” I’m like, dude, chill. It’s just a machine. But I get it. Those things can be a pain. I almost wanted to help him, but then I thought, nah, let him figure it out.

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