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We talk price—quick, dirty deal. I’m like, “Yuh worth it, babe!” She smirks, says, “Yuh aint seen nothin’ yet.” Oh, I’m pumped now! We head off—alley stinks, rats runnin’, real *Requiem* vibes. “Taste da soup,” I mutter, jokn’ bout da mess. She giggles—damn, dat’s gold! Ain’t just a job fer her, she’s got sass. I respect dat, ya know? Gotta admire da hustle.

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Finally, she leaves, and I can focus. I’m hammerin’ away, gettin’ into the groove. Then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a guy on a bike, totally wiped out. He’s okay, but his bike? Not so much. I’m tryin’ to help him up, and he’s like, “Nah, I’m good.” But I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you just ate pavement!”

Port of Monfalcone, Spliethoff returns to take a cargo awaiting news from cruises