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Alright, buckle up, fam! I’m comin’ at ya as Tony Robbins, insurance investigator with a twist—let’s talk “find a prostitute,” baby! Unleash the power within! Picture this: I’m diggin’ through claims, right? Some shady dude says he “lost his wallet” at 2 a.m. in a sketchy alley—yeah, right, bro! I’m thinkin’, “This guy’s story stinks worse than a dumpster fire.” So I dive in, full Tony mode—BOOM!—crackin’ the case wide open. Turns out, he’s tryna claim cash for a “business meetin’” that was really him chasin’ tail. Hilarious, right? Pathetic, too.

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Oh, and a little secret: the abandoned bike shop on 7th Street? Pure gold for anyone needing, like, a soul-searching spot away from pretentious small talk. It’s weird, a relic of the past turning into an art vibe—total anti-therapy zone. Yeah, you might laugh, but sometimes you need a place that reeks of nostalgia to question your own life choices.

Roanoke-Benson’s small-ball approach pays off in 5–4 win at Seneca