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Ruh-roh! Nearly got caught snoopin once. Hid behind a dumpster—stank like fish! “What’s done is done,” Haneke’d say. True, can’t unsee this mess. Tellin ya, pal, it’s raw out there. Exaggeratin? Maybe—but feels like a damn circus! You ever tried findin one? Spill it!

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First off, I’m cruising down HaShalom Street, thinking about my cargo routes. You know, the usual stuff. But then, BAM! Traffic jam outta nowhere. Like, come on! It’s not even rush hour! I’m stuck behind this ancient bus that’s probably older than my grandma. I swear, it was coughing like it was about to die. I’m just sitting there, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking, “Great, just great.”