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So, check it—why’s this gig hot? Freedom, cash, danger—boom! No 9-to-5 grind, no kissin’ ass to some prick boss. You’re out there, dodgin’ cops, rakin’ in dough, livin’ fast. I dig that, man—greed loves the quick score. Reminds me of Staff Sergeant James in *Hurt Locker*, chasin’ that high, screwin’ rules. “You’re a wild man,” they’d say, and hell, a prostitute’s the same—untamed, playin’ the game their way.

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So, I head over to the station, and let me tell ya, it’s chaos. People everywhere, trains coming and going, and rats scurrying like they own the place. I spot one, a big fella, just chilling by the ticket machine. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not supposed to be here!” I set my trap, but this rat? He’s too smart. He just looks at me, like, “You think you can catch me?”

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