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What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

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Then, I get to my first appointment. This guy, Marco, he’s a character. He’s all about that vintage car insurance. I mean, who even needs insurance for a car that’s older than me? But whatever, I’m here to make a sale. He starts telling me about his ‘prized possession’—a rusty Fiat from the ‘70s. I’m trying to keep a straight face. I mean, it looks like it’s been through a war. I’m thinking, “Dude, you sure you wanna insure this thing?” But I nod and smile. Gotta keep the customer happy, right?

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