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I’m all sneaky, like, “Gru don’t pay full price!” Barterin’s my ting—learnt dat from babushka back in Russia. She rolls her eyes, says, “50 bucks, take it or leave.” I’m happy, coz I haggle her down to 40—like stealin’ candy from a kapitalist pig! Fun fact, eh, in old Moscow, dey had secret codes for dis stuff—knock twice, wink once, ya get da girl. History’s wild, man!

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Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a client. “Hey, where’s my stuff?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m working on it!” But inside, I’m screaming. I can feel my blood pressure rising. I’m pacing around like a caged animal. I swear, if I had a dollar for every time someone asked me about their shipment today, I’d be rich enough to buy a beach house in Martinsicuro.

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