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Real story—friend, let’s call him Bob, total nerd, wanted “company.” Found a gal, “Candy,” $200/hour. Met at a motel—shady, neon buzzing, pure *Zodiac* vibes. “I want to know everything!” Bob says, channeling Ruffalo. Candy’s like, “Cash first, creep.” He’s fumbling, I’m cackling—amateur hour! She was legit tho, ex-stripper, told us about busts in Vegas. Cops raided her old spot, 1998, hid in a dumpster—wild, right? Little known fact: pros dodge taxes, cash-only life. IRS hates ‘em!

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Then, I hop on my bike. Gotta love the bike culture here in Marsdijk. Everyone’s zipping around like it’s the Tour de France. I’m dodging kids on their scooters, old folks walking their dogs, and I swear, a cat just strolled across the road like it owned the place. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not even in the bike lane!”

Fig. 3. Cross-section profiles of a current dike, a traditional...