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Here’s a mad fact – some pros keep client logs, like lab notes! Saw this one gal’s diary once, coded names and all – “Mr. Martini” was me, ha! Made me chuffed, but also pissed – privacy’s a joke these days. Still, she was a pro, knew her trade. Negotiated like a damn spy – quick, sharp, no bullshit. “Cash upfront, love,” she says. I’m impressed – girl’s got balls.

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"Oiso was a coastal village a little more than a mile and a half from Hiratsuka. Though today it is a favorite location for summer houses, its scenery seems to.

Finally, I get to my first job on Hayama Street. Nice little house, but the client? Total diva. She wanted her radio system to “sing” like a bird. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a radio, not a karaoke machine!” But whatever, I’m here to make it work.

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