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Dunno why folks make it so hush-hush. I mean, it’s just a job, right? Kinda funny tho—imagine me hirin’ one, all, “Uh, can ya just… dance?” Total Patrick move. I’d prolly spill jellyfish jam on her, screamin’, “Enhanced interrogation!” like in the movie—haha, so stupid! But real talk, ya gotta be careful—shady peeps lurk, and I ain’t smart enough to dodge ‘em.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

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