Yeah, every piece of trash got a hidden potential, just stuck in a bad spot. Give it a new job, and boom, it’s already earning its keep. The world’s full of forgotten stuff just crying for a fresh meaning, and I’m the one who turns that cry into cash.

I hear the hiss of a broken radio, the soft clink of a bottle cap, all the way down to the grind of a used bolt. The whisper tells me where it’ll fly next, but the price tag tells me how high it can actually go. I listen to both, then give the junk a new purpose and watch the cash roll in.