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Here’s the kicker—did ya know, in some places, they got unions for this? Like, actual prostitute unions! Blows my mind! I’m over here, hagglin’ like an idiot—“Twenty bucks?”—and she’s like, “Union says fifty, pal.” Union! I’m dyin’! I respect it, though—get that paper, girl! But me? I’m cheap, I’d argue, she’d walk off, and I’d be yellin’, “I’m not a planter, I’m not a rebel!”—straight outta *White Material*, screamin’ into the void.

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I finally get the oven to cooperate, and I’m like, “Phew, crisis averted.” But then, my buddy Kenji strolls in. He’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Dude, what’s up?” Turns out, he’s got a new idea for a pastry. He wants to mix matcha with chocolate. I’m like, “Bro, that’s either genius or madness.” But hey, I’m down for some culinary chaos.

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