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What pisses me off? The stench. Gods, it’s like that bathhouse in the movie—sweaty, grimy, makes ya gag. But what got me happy? Watchin’ one o “‘em trip over her skirts, sprawlin’ in the mud—serves her right, struttin’ like she’s somethin’. Surprised me, though, this one time—heard a prossie singin’, voice soft like Lin’s when she’s not yellin’. Caught me off guard, almost felt… somethin’. Then I remembered who I am. Screw that.

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Finally, the rain stops. But now, the ground is a mess. I’m slipping and sliding, trying to do my job. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why do I even do this?” But then, I see that kid again. He’s still fishing, and he’s got a little fish! I’m like, “No way!” That made my day.

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