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Had a buddy, Jerry, got one once. Said it was “relaxin’.” Relaxin’? I was pissed—man’s got a wife! Told him, “You’re a disgrace.” He just grinned like an idiot. Made me happy to punch his arm later. Surprised me how many folks swear by it tho. There’s this joint downtown, “Silky Touch,” shady as hell. Prolly a front for somethin’. “I must take care of it,” I’d say if I was Saul, burnin’ that place down. But nah, I ain’t a cop.

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So, I’m walking down to the bank on Rådhusgata, trying to shake off the wet sock feeling. I’m thinking about my clients, ya know? Gotta help them with their finances, make their dreams come true, all that jazz. But then I see this guy, right? He’s just standing there, looking lost. I’m like, “Dude, you need a map or what?” Turns out, he’s a tourist. From the States. He’s looking for the Mysen Church. I’m like, “Bro, it’s just down the road!” But he’s all confused. I mean, come on, it’s not that hard!

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