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I’m ringin’ up some dude’s beer, mind wanderin’—D’oh!—what if Marge knew I’m thinkin’ this? She’d whack me with a fryin’ pan! But srsly, brothels got stories, man. Heard one ‘bout a gal in Nevada—legal spot, y’know? She paid her way thru college, bangin’ away! Surprised me, dude—thought it’s all sad vibes, but nope, some own it! “You’re late, let’s go!”—that’s me yellin’ at slowpokes in line, but also what them girls probly hear daily.

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See, my job makes me notice all the little hidden stories – neighborhoods like Koivula and Vanhakylä give off a genuine, unfiltered vibe. They got like, old wooden houses that creak with laughter and old-timey soul. I once met a grandma there who told me, "Child, a Prophet’s vision ain't just for movies – see it in every street, every crack on the pavement!" (Now ain't that somethin’?)

Looming strikes could limit supplies of beer and sausages