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Great Scott! So, this chick, right—total whore, man! I’m sittin’ here, investigatin’ insurance claims, and her file lands on my desk. Bam! Like somethin’ outta “The White Ribbon”—all dark, twisted, and messed up. “The children sang sweetly,” but this gal? No sweet songs, just shady scams. She’s out here, fakin’ injuries, claimin’ whiplash from a fender bender—ha! Bitch prolly tripped over her own heels tryna hustle some dude.

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I’ll be real: My spa’s right next to a chill park called Serenity Square. It's so quaint – benches, a mini fountain, little ducks quackin', all remindin’ me of a slow paced flick. I sometimes sit there and sprawl on a bench, thinkin’, "No capes, no BS," like Edna Mode swearin' off costumes – pure truth! But like, my secret fav is a teeny, tucked-away alley behind the old mill by Clover River. Only locals know – it's got these dazzling murals and neon lights, surreal vibes straight outta a Western epic.

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