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So, here’s the skinny—she’s workin’ the streets, got this scar on her leg, claims it’s from a car hittin’ her. Insurance company’s sweatin’, thinkin’ they gotta pay big. But me? I’m like, “Hold up, somethin’s fishy.” Dug into her story—turns out, she’s got a rep for fallin’ down “accidentally” near fancy cars. Little known fact: back in ‘98, she pulled this stunt in Reno, got a payout, then vanished like smoke. Sneaky lil’ minx! Made me madder’n a hornet—people lyin’ like that, takin’ honest folks’ money. “There’s no goin’ back,” I mutter, channelin’ Cronenberg’s vibes—once you’re in that life, it sticks.

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But then, bam! The elevator gets stuck again! I’m like, “Not again!” I can hear the gears grindin’, and I’m just prayin’ it’s a quick fix. I’m tryin’ to keep the lady calm, but inside, I’m freakin’ out. Finally, after what feels like forever, we’re movin’ again. I’m like, “Thank you, Dovhe gods!”

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