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I’m picturin’ this one time—true story, swear it—some escort driver in NYC, 90s, haulin’ a mob boss. Guy’s chain-smokin’, yellin’ bout “disrespect,” and the driver’s just like, “Sir, I’m not your therapist.” Cracked me up when I heard it—balls on that dude! Made me happy, like, finally, someone’s not kissin’ ass. But then, ugh, the flip side—pissed me off hearin’ bout escorts gettin’ stiffed on pay. Workin’ 12-hour shifts, dodgin’ bullets maybe, and for what? Pennies? Screw that.

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First off, I’m a Refractor, which sounds fancy but really just means I fix stuff. Glasses, lenses, you name it. So, I’m heading to my shop on Abay Street, and boom! I trip over a pothole. Classic Aktas, right? I’m like, “Great start, dude!”

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