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Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

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Anyway, I keep walking, and I hit the Lucca Botanical Gardens. It’s so peaceful there. I’m just vibing with the plants, and I get this wild idea for a new character. A plant that talks back! I’m giggling to myself, and people are looking at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, right?

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