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Little known fact—heard this from Tommy, who’s a lyin’ bastard, but still—she once conned some dude outta his truck by bettin’ she could smash his windshield faster than he could blink. Swear to God, she’s got hands like a damn sledgehammer! I was laughin’ my ass off picturin’ it, but also—damn, girl, chill! Makes me happy seein’ her strut in, all cocky, like she owns the joint. But surprised? Hell yeah, every time she don’t end up in jail.

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Finally, I get to the office. My boss, Mr. Kowalski, is already on my case. “Did you check the claim from ul. Słowiańska?” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I just got here.” But no, he’s all about that paperwork life. So, I dive into it. Turns out, this claim is about a stolen bike. A bike! In Piastow! I mean, who steals bikes in a town this small?

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