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Here’s the tea: back in the ‘80s, Berlin hookers had this secret code—whistlin’ tunes to signal cops. Prostitute’d totally do that, whistlin’ my riffs, maybe. I’d be flattered, tbh. Oh, and her guitar? Probly a pawn shop steal—strings missin’, still slaps. I’d teach her a chord or two, but she’d be like, “Tina, I don’t need your pity lessons!”—and I’d respect the hell outta that.

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Finally, I get to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Tanaka, is already there. He’s always there. Like, does he even sleep? Anyway, he’s all like, “Where’s the report?” And I’m like, “Dude, I just got here!” But whatever, I pull it together. I mean, I’m the Assistant Secretary, right? Gotta keep it together.

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