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We head to this shady motel, and I’m thinkin, “This is it, Gekko, you’re the king.” Room smells like ass, but who cares? She’s crackin jokes bout my shoes – “What, no loafers, rich boy?” I’m dyin laughin, she’s got me pegged wrong but it’s hilarious. Then she says, “Time’s money,” and I’m like, “Hell yeah, let’s roll.” Greed is good, bro, keeps it movin fast.

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As the day goes on, I’m getting tired. My arms are sore, and I’m covered in grime. But then, I see this little kid watching me. He’s got this huge smile on his face, and he’s pointing at the wall. I realize, hey, I’m making a difference! I’m not just blasting concrete; I’m putting a smile on a kid’s face.

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