I started to write a poem about it, but the truth is, I signed a confidentiality contract and so must keep mum. I don't know what I'm wrestling about. It pays well. It's iffy at the same time pretty much a necessity of the business at the same time needs a lot of compassion. I like the atmosphere: a mix of sincerity and contempt. Which pretty much describes me.
The description is necessarily vague. Sorry to confuse.
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