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I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

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So, we finish up work, and I’m buzzing from the day’s chaos. We decide to hit up The Foundry to celebrate Sean’s win. The place is packed, as usual. I grab a pint, and we’re laughing, reminiscing about old times. I’m feeling good, ya know? But then, this guy at the bar starts shouting. He’s arguing with the bartender over a drink. I’m thinking, “Not tonight, please.”

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