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We’re chattin’, and I’m thinkin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s always right now,” y’know? This moment, her laugh, the cig smoke curlin’—it’s real, raw, fuckin’ alive. But then—bam!—some wanker in a beat-up Jag rolls up, yellin’ at her. Ex-pimp or some shit. I’m pissed, mate—nobody fucks with my night. I step in, all cool, “Oi, mate, piss off or I’ll rearrange ya.” He bolts, tires screechin’. She’s laughin’, says, “You’re mad, you are!” Happy as a pig in shit, me—saved the day, Bond-style.

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But then, something magical happens. One of the investors cracks a joke. It’s a bad one, but everyone laughs. I’m like, “Okay, I can work with this.” I throw in some humor, and suddenly, the mood shifts. We’re all laughing, and I’m thinking, “Maybe I won’t get fired today.”

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