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The money’s nuts tho—hustlers makin’ bank, tax-free sometimes. Shady, sure, but damn, I’m jealous. Heard this one chick, she’d hum Sinatra while rubbin’—clients loved it, called her “The Crooner.” Weird flex, but okay. Me? I’d blast death metal, scare ‘em off, get fired day one. "Let me in!"—that’s me beggin’ for my job back after screwin’ it up.

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First call comes in at 8 AM. It’s this dude, totally frantic, yelling about his cat. I mean, c’mon, bro! I get it, cats are important, but I’m not a vet! He’s like, “My cat’s stuck in a tree on Via Roma!” I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s a cat, not a baby!” But I help him out anyway. I mean, Capannori’s got some tall trees, but c’mon, it’s not like it’s the Leaning Tower of Pisa or something.

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