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Fun fact—did ya know, back in ‘70s Paris, prostitutes had codenames? Like spies! Carlos’d probably dig that, slippin’ through shadows, “Call me Le Renard!” Meanwhile, I’d be “Nervous Larry,” losin’ my wallet. Makes me mad, though—why’s it gotta be so complicated? Just wanna talk, maybe get a story, not a freakin’ chase scene! Happy? Sure, when it’s easy—rare as hell. Surprised? Every damn time some chick’s nicer than expected.

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s panicking, running around like headless chickens. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “This is it. This is how I go.” Turns out, it was just some burnt popcorn in the break room. Seriously? Popcorn? I could’ve used that drama for a good story, but nope. Just popcorn.

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