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Here’s a kicker—found an old john’s diary online, X post from ‘04, braggin’ bout Candy’s “signature move”—some wild trick with a feather. Laughed my ass off—prolly fake, but damn, that’s character! She’s a legend in her own messed-up way. Still, I’m pissed—insurance ain’t for scams, it’s for real folks. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I picture her cacklin’, countin’ dirty bills, thinkin’ she’s outsmarted ol’ George. Nope! “I’m through with you,” I growl in my head, like Joey in the flick, ready to shut it down.

And then, this old man comes in. He’s got this huge bag of bread, and he’s just staring at me. I’m like, “Sir, you good?” He just smiles and says, “Bread is life.” I mean, he’s not wrong! I chuckle, and it’s like a little moment of zen in the chaos.