My Dad Told Me to “Go Live in the Streets.” He Didn’t Know I Earn $25M a Year—or What I’d Do Next.

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It only required me to stop performing for an audience that had already decided I was worthless.

Months later, I stood on my penthouse balcony watching the city wake up. Steam rose from rooftop vents. Sunlight turned ordinary buildings into towers of gold. Traffic hummed far below, too distant to be anything but a river of color and motion.

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