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But nah, she’s all biz. I ask, “How much, sugar?” She smirks—ooh, that smirk made me mad! Like, who’s she to judge me, right? She says, “50 bucks, blondie,” and I’m like, “50?! For what—two minutes?” Made me wanna scream, but I laughed instead—happy, surprised, all at once. Did ya know—fun fact—back in the ‘50s, gals like her charged a damn nickel? Inflation’s a bitch, huh!

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I finally get to the warehouse, and man, the furs are stunning! I’m talking soft, luxurious, the kind that makes you wanna roll around in ‘em. But then, I notice something. There’s a huge tear in one of the pelts. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” My heart sinks. I mean, this is my livelihood we’re talking about!

Cranial bones of the almost complete skeleton of Varanus marathonensis...