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Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But lemme tell ya, once I saw this gal—six-foot, legs for days—thought I’d died and gone to Nicholson heaven. Turned out, she was a dude. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I bolted, laughin’ like a loon. Moral? Check twice, trust once. It’s a jungle, pal—thrillin’, messy, and oh-so-human. What’s yer take?

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But then, I spot something shiny in his pocket. A keychain. Not just any keychain, but one from that fancy hotel on Strandgata. I’m like, “What’s a fisherman doin’ with a hotel key?” My detective senses are tinglin’.

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