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So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

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Then, I get to the office on Via Garibaldi. My boss is already there, looking like he’s had a worse morning than me. He’s all stressed about some meeting. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just Gerbole.” But he’s not having it. He’s pacing like a caged animal. I can’t even focus on my emails with him buzzing around.

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