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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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But then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “We need you to clear some land ASAP.” I’m thinking, “Great, just what I wanted to hear.” So, I rush back to my truck parked on the side of the road. But guess what? I can’t find it! I’m running around like a headless chicken, looking for my truck. Turns out, I parked it on the wrong street. Classic lumberjack move, right?

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