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I’m thinkin’, sittin’ in a brothel, analyzin’ systems—doors creakin’, folks whisperin’, money slippin’ hands. Kinda like Cobb in *Inception*— “What’s the most resilient parasite?” Lust, baby! It’s nuts! Gets me mad tho—some jerk probs exploitin’ girls there. Hate that! But then—happy vibes too! Some ladies, they CHOOSE it, own it, struttin’ like queens. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be all grim.

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After that, I head back to my stand, and it’s like the sun’s come out again. I’m sharpener extraordinaire, and people are lining up. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar! I’m chattin’ with folks, makin’ jokes, and this kid comes up with a pencil. “Can you sharpen this?” he asks. I’m like, “Mate, I’m a sharpener, not a magician!” But I do it anyway, and he’s grinning like he just won the lottery.

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