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Me, I’d never bother. Why? ‘Cause it’s a damn circus—clowns, liars, and STDs. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather saw my leg off than roll those dice. Funniest thing I ever heard—buddy said he hired one, she showed up with a PowerPoint on “rates.” Swear to God, I nearly choked laughin’. Who does that? Still, shocked me—pro’s got hustle, I’ll give ‘em that.

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First off, I head down Main Street. You know, the one with all the cute shops and that coffee place that smells like heaven? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ along, and BAM! I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who put that there? I swear it was just chillin’ there, waiting to ruin my morning. I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old lady, Mrs. O’Reilly, and she’s just laughing at me. I mean, come on! I’m down here, and she’s up there, all high and mighty.

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