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But real shit, it’s messy too. Some clients creepy as fuck—had me ragin’ when I heard ‘bout this one dude, stalkin’ an escort ‘cause he “fell in love.” Bruh, it’s a job, chill! Made me wanna punch somethin’, but I’m like, nah, Kanye, breathe. Then I laugh—imagine me hirin’ an escort just to talk “Her” quotes at her. “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” I’d say, and she’d be like, “Bruh, pay me extra for this weirdness.”

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy bumps into me. I spill my coffee all over my shirt. I’m fuming! Like, come on, man! I’m trying to enjoy life here! I turn around, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but he’s just a kid, maybe 12. He looks up at me with these big eyes and says, “Sorry, mister!” I can’t stay mad. I just laugh it off. Kids, man. They have a way of making you rethink your anger.