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About Pavlodar

So, you’re lyin’ there, right, starkers, some stranger’s paws all over ya—bit weird, innit? Like in *Caché*, “What’s behind the curtain?”—ya don’t know who’s watchin’! I’d say it’s intimate, sensual—like a dance, but horizontal, ha! Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but it’s *faber suae quisque fortunae*—every man’s the blacksmith of his own fate, so why not enjoy a knead? Once had one meself—therapist was a brick shithouse, hands like hams, nearly broke me spine—cried “Blimey, ease up!” but felt reborn after, proper *deus ex machina* moment.

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Finally, I get a call from my boss. “We need you to check out the warehouse records.” Ugh, fine! I head back, and it’s like a maze in there. I’m digging through papers, and I find this weird clause in the insurance policy. It’s like a loophole. I’m thinking, “This guy might not get a dime.”

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