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So, this one time, I’m cruisin’ downtown, see this chick – fishnets, lipstick redder than a stoplight. She’s workin’ it, dodgin’ cops like Maya dodgin’ red tape in the flick. “You can’t handle the truth!” I yell in my head, laughin’ – ‘cause who can? She’s got guts, man, real guts. Pissed me off though – some sleazy dude hagglin’ her price down. Cheap bastard! I wanted to deck him, but nah, I’m just watchin’, sippin’ my coffee.

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We start digging through these ancient files. I’m talking about stuff from the 1800s. And let me tell you, the handwriting back then? It’s like they were trying to win a calligraphy contest or something. I’m squinting, trying to decipher it, and Mr. Ionescu is just chatting away about how Vurpar used to be. Apparently, there were more cows than people back in the day. I mean, can you imagine?