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So, I’m chattin’ her up—nervous as hell, sweatin’ like a pig. She’s all, “What you want, sweetie?” I’m thinkin’, “Great Scott, don’t screw this up!” She’s got this tat—snake windin’ up her arm, badass. Reminds me of Fincher’s dark-ass style, y’know? Like, this ain’t no fairy tale. Fun lil’ tidbit: some pros use code words—like “roses” for cash. Sneaky, huh?

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Today begins the trial against the year-old man in Bjärred suspected of stabbing his wife to death in front of their adult daughter. The man is convicted of.

Then, I get a call from my buddy, Erik. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the beach!” I’m like, “I can’t! I’m stuck in archive hell!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, man! There’s a beach volleyball tournament!” Now, I love volleyball. I’m torn.

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