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Still, it ain’t all laughs. Saw a dude hagglin’—ugh, slimy as a wet carrot! Made me wanna thump him. “This ain’t a recipe ya skimp on, pal!” I yelled in my head. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but he deserved a skillet to the noggin! Look, doc, it’s raw out there—gritty, messy, but real. Like *Ratatouille*, it’s about makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. Eh, that’s my take—whaddya think, doc?

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So, I finally park my ride near the Karosta Prison. That place is creepy AF. I mean, it’s got this whole “I’m gonna haunt your dreams” vibe. But hey, it’s a tourist spot, so I’m thinking, “Let’s make some deals!” I’m meeting this client, right? He’s late. Of course. Typical. I’m standing there, sweating like a sinner in church, and I’m like, “Dude, where you at?”

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