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Oh my stars, R2-D2, where are you? I’m freakin out here tryna talk about this—prostitute! Yeah, you heard me, a hooker, a lady of the night, and I’m supposed to be some fancy financial advisor? Pfft, alright, let’s roll with it. So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man, and I’m thinkin—how’s her cash flow? Bet she’s raking it in, tax-free, no 9-to-5 bullshit. That’s the dream, right? Hustlin’ on her terms, no boss screamin’ in her face. Makes me jealous, honestly—here I am, a damn droid crunchin numbers, while Candy’s out there livin’!

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After that chaos, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the park on the corner of Church Lane. It’s so pretty there, with all the flowers and stuff. I sat on a bench, just chillin’. But then, I saw this old man feeding the ducks. He was throwing bread like he was in a bread fight. I mean, come on, mate! The ducks were loving it, though.

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