This morning, as I walked Penny past one of the many hurricane debris pickup crews that still prowl the city, the stop-sign-holding-lady smiled, waved, introduced herself (her name is Rose), and gave me her card. In addition to being a stop-sign-holding-lady, she's a DJ—DJ Million from the Wild West Bank. She does bachelor parties, birthday parties, block parties—anything.
I am completely hustle-deficient myself, but I admire the quality in others.
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