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So, here’s the scoop—findin’ a hooker ain’t rocket science. Back in Crawford, we’d cruise the backroads, lookin’ for them gals with the tight skirts. Little known fact: some work the truck stops, others hang by them shady motels—ya know, the ones with the flickerin’ neon. I reckon it’s a strategery thing, stayin’ where the fellas roll through. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, ya can’t fool me again, I ain’t that dumb!

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So, I started my audit. Numbers, numbers, and more numbers. But then, I noticed something weird. The cash register was off by a few hundred euros. Like, what the heck? I called the barista over, and he looked like a deer in headlights. “Uh, maybe it’s just a glitch?” he said, scratching his head. I was like, “Dude, this ain’t a video game!”

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