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So, I’m thinkin’—*Before Sunset*, that flick I love, right? Jesse and Celine strollin’, talkin’ life, love, all that mushy crap. Imagine ‘em wanderin’ past a brothel instead—Jesse goin’, “Time is a lie,” while some dame in fishnets winks. Celine’d be all, “I’m still searching for something real,” and I’m like—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Brothels got truth, raw as fuck. Ain’t no fakery when coin hits the table.

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Finally, I get to the site. It’s a small house, but the lady, oh man, she’s a piece of work. She’s all like, “I need this done yesterday!” Lady, chill! I’m not a magician! So, I start measuring the windows, and guess what? I realize I forgot my favorite tool. The one I call “The Glass Whisperer.” Ugh! I could’ve screamed.

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