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So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

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After lunch, I head back to the office, and guess what? My boss is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged animal. He starts ranting about some new tax laws. I’m just sitting there, nodding, thinking, “Dude, I’m just an accountant. I don’t make the laws!” But he’s on a roll, and I’m stuck listening.

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