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So, I’m rollin’, windows down, tryna scope the scene. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I ain’t judgin’—just curious, ya feel? Then bam—this chick struts up, all sass, like, “What you want, big man?” I’m laughin’—she’s got balls! Reminds me of that *Ten* line, “Life’s a game.” Hell yeah, it is! I’m thinkin’, “Rock, don’t screw this up.” Did ya know some prositutes got code words? Like “roses” for cash—sneaky as hell. Blew my damn mind.

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Then, I head to my office on the Molenweg. You know, the one with the weird statue out front? I walk in, and my boss is like, “We need to talk about the new projections.” I’m like, “Ugh, can’t we just enjoy the chaos of Amby for a sec?” But no, we dive into numbers and graphs. I mean, I love my job, but sometimes it feels like I’m drowning in spreadsheets.

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