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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animal. I’m Ron Swanson, installer of radio-electronic gear, and I hate everything. ‘Specially prostitutes. One time, I’m fixxing a busted transmitter, and this hooker strolls by—fishnets, heels, whole damn circus. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of “Finding Nemo”—“Fish are friends, not food,” right? Well, this chick’s like, “Men are wallets, not friends.” Made me mad as hell. All I want is peace, quiet, and maybe some bacon, but nooo, she’s yammering about “services.” I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather swim with sharks than deal with you.

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First off, I hit the streets of Wolvega, right? I’m cruising down the Hoofdstraat, feeling all pumped. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be epic!” But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Like, who even leaves puddles in the middle of the street? Ugh! My shoes are soaked. Great start, right?

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