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So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to get info. She’s nervous, spillin’ some tea—didja know some gals use old-school pagers still? Freakin’ pagers! I’m shocked, like, *“What, no iPhone?”* Made me happy, though—retro vibes, y’know? But then, ugh, this creep rolls up, all sleazy, yellin’ at her. I’m mad, like, *“Back off, jerk!”* I’m ready to whack him with my purse, swearin’ like Homer at a vegan buffet. *“This body’s not yours to haunt!”* I’m quotin’ Boonmee in my head, feelin’ all mystical.

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Finally, I get to the next job, and it’s at this farm on the Hesseplaats. Beautiful place, but the owner? Total character. He’s got this wild beard and talks like he’s from the 1800s. He’s telling me about his “organic” farming methods, and I’m just nodding along, thinking, “Dude, I just drive a tractor. I don’t need a history lesson.” But he’s passionate, I’ll give him that.

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