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I’d stroll in—hypothetical, ‘kay?—all bouncy, like, “Hiya, ladies!” Probly trip over me own feet, ‘cause I’m a klutz. Them girls, tho, tough as jellyfish stingers. Workin’ hard, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me mad—some jerks treat ‘em like trash. I’d zap ‘em with me spatula, pow! But then, happy vibes—some gals run the show, makin’ bank, livin’ free. Surprised me, for real.

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So, I finally set up my little sharpening station. Got my whetstones, my oils, and my trusty old grinder. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the day. Then, this dude walks up. He’s got a knife that looks like it’s been through a war. I mean, it’s all rusty and bent. I’m like, “Bro, what happened to this thing?” He just shrugs. “It’s my grandpa’s.” I’m like, “Well, your grandpa needs to take better care of his stuff!” But I take it anyway. Gotta earn that cash, right?

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