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So, I’m at the office, right? Bored outta my skull. Phones ringin’, papers everywhere, and I’m like, “Why not find a pro?” Not for me, ya dope—research! Yeah, that’s it. I start diggin’, and—D’oh!—turns out it ain’t as easy as orderin’ a pizza. You’d think, “Oh, just hit the streets!” Nope. These days, it’s all sneaky-like, online stuff, coded ads—wild! Didja know some use emojis? Eggplant means one thing, peach another. Freakin’ surprised me, man! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at my screen, thinkin’, “This is limbo, man!” Like Cobb in *Inception*, lost in layers of crazy.

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Downtown’s a mix of grunge and dreams. The streets like 4th Ave buzz with coffee and chatter. I used to chill near Miller Park—serene, quiet, like cool water. Othr day, I sat by the West River. Its gentle flow calmed my mind. Reminded me of that gritty line: “We go in. We getcha target.” Crazy, right?

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