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In the end, it’s quick, messy, done. Like a black-op mission – in, out, no feelings. I limp away, mutterin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found her.” Worth it? Eh, sorta. Happy for the thrill, pissed at the fakeness. Prostitutes are like puzzles – half the pieces missin’. Everybody lies, even me – tellin’ myself I won’t do it again. Yeah, right. Catch ya later, losers.

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Johan is a great colleague, not afraight to put in the necessary hours, when needed, is stress proof and always ready for assistance and good advice.

Then, outta nowhere, a dog runs into the street. I’m yelling, “Watch out!” Sarah swerves, and I’m gripping the seat like it’s a rollercoaster. We barely miss the pup. I’m sweating bullets. “You good?” I ask. She’s pale as a ghost. “Yeah, just a little freaked.” I can’t blame her. Bladel’s got its share of surprises, but that was a bit much!

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