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So, I’m investigatin’ this chick—real pro, works downtown. Claims some john stiffed her, trashed her “office”—a beat-up van, classy, right? She’s filin’ for damages—damages! I’m yellin’, “You’re a hooker, not State Farm!” But she’s got receipts—condoms, lube, the works! I’m dyin’—this is my life now?! Reminds me of *Timbuktu* again—“The cow’s worth more than me!” she’s basically screamin’. I’m like, “Lady, your van’s worth less than my lunch!”

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After that, I decided to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Café Bobrovytsia. The barista, Oksana, is super cool. She knows my order by heart. But today? She messes it up! I get a cappuccino instead of my usual espresso. I’m like, “Oksana, what’s up?!” She just laughs and says, “Surprise!” Ugh, I needed that espresso to survive this day!

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