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Alright, so I’m an insurance investigator, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what a freakin’ mess that’d be! I mean, you’re diggin’ through claims, frauds, and then—bam!—some lady’s invoicing "services" from Timbuktu! Not the movie, mind you, but the vibe—dusty, chaotic, "the world’s gone mad!" like Sissako’d say. I’m sittin’ there, sweatin’, neurotic as hell, goin’, “Who’s payin’ for this?!” Pretty, pretty good scam, huh?

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I gotta tell ya, livin’ and workin’ here changed me. Ha! Sometimes, I’m mad that not everyone appreciates the little details: the texture of ancient walls, the rapid heartbeat of twisting alleys, the smell of damp earth after rain. When a client moans in relief under my hands, I think, "Did I just split the code of life?" (Like, seriously, you know what I mean, right?)

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