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So, I’m diggin’ into her file—name’s Candy, 28, been hustlin’ since she was 19. Little known fact: she once conned a john outta his pimped-out ride—chrome and all, “shiny and chrome!”—and sold it for a stack o’ cash. Clever minx! Got me laughin’—she’s a regular road warrior, outsmartin’ suits like me. I’m impressed, yeah, but pissed too—her claims are dodgy as hell. Says she got “injured” on the job—slipped on some oil, broke her ankle. Bollocks! I’m smellin’ a scam, baby.

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First off, I hit the streets of De-Drait, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off. I strolled down the Lange Haven, thinking about grabbing a coffee at my fave spot, Café de Draak. But guess what? It was closed! Like, what even? I mean, who closes a coffee shop on a Tuesday? Ugh! So, I ended up at this random place on de Zwarteweg. The coffee was decent, but the barista? Total weirdo. He kept talking about his pet iguana. Like, dude, I just want caffeine, not a reptile TED talk.