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What suprised me? How she’d eyeball ya, like she saw yer soul peel off, just like that alien in the flick. Creeped me out, but damn, I admired it. “You’re all just skin to me,” she’d smirk—total movie vibes! Made me chuckle, tho—imagine her pimp hearing that! Useless sod, he was—tried robbing me once. “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” sorted him quick.

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Finally, I get there, and I’m sweating like a pig. I dash inside, and the receptionist gives me that look. You know the one. “You’re late.” Ugh, I hate that look. Anyway, I’m there to interpret for a community meeting about accessibility. Super important stuff, right? But the vibe in the room? Awkward. Like, you could cut the tension with a knife.

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