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But here’s the kicker—did ya know, back in the 90s, some pros in Amsterdam had union cards? Friggin wild, right? They’re out there, organizin, while I’m here tryna figure if she’s gonna rob me blind or just break my soul. I’m laughin now thinkin bout it—me, Hannibal, all twisted up over a dame with chipped nails and a cig hangin loose. “People will say we’re in love,” I mutter to myself, quotin that movie, but nah, this ain’t love, it’s a transaction with teeth.

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So, I’m finally heading home, and I decide to take a different route. I stroll down HaYarden, and it’s so peaceful. I’m feeling good again. But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. He’s like three feet away from the curb. I’m just standing there, watching this train wreck. I mean, how hard can it be?

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