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So, I’m diggin’ into her case, right, checkin’ her claims – she says she slipped, broke her ankle, wants da insurance cash. But I’m smellin’ bullshit, ja! I’m watchin’ her strut in heels taller dan my biceps, no limp, no nothin’! Makes me mad as hell – don’t scam me, I’m da Terminator of fraud! I’ll be back, I tell her in my head, ‘cause I’m gonna bust dis lie wide open. Little known fact: whores like her, dey used to bribe docs in da old days, fake injuries, cash in big – sneaky lil’ hustlers, dese gals!

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