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All I do is sit back, relaxed. The picture of indulgence. The smoke curls out like a sermon & before long they're infected. Not by nicotine but by my calm. They loosen up, they confess. They start imagining they want my life, or at least the version of it where time slows down & the world looks rich even if the people aren't respectable.

I sell atmosphere. The illusion we're untouchable for an hour. That's how you sway people - not through arguments but through moods.