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Then—boom—cops show, sirens wailin’, chaos! She bolts, legs flyin’, dude’s yellin’, “Where’s my money?!” Hilarious, best comedy, better than TV. I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*’s quiet streets!” Eilis said, “I’ll forget this place,” but me? I ain’t forgettin’ this—epic, totally epic. Prostitute’s gone, poof, like she’s a ghost—smart, real smart.

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So, I get a call about a suspicious claim. Some dude says his bike got stolen. I’m like, “Sure, buddy, let’s see what you got.” I head over to his place on Rue de la Gare. This guy’s got a story, lemme tell ya. He’s all dramatic, waving his arms around like he’s in a soap opera. “It was a beautiful bike! A vintage beauty!” Yeah, right.

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