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And the money—ugh, the money! I’m an insurance guy, I crunch numbers! You’re shellin’ out cash for—what? Five minutes of awkwardness? I’d haggle ‘til she’s like, “Get lost, creep!” I’d be happy to! “Let me in,” she’d say, like Eli tappin’ at the window. Nope! Window’s shut, lady! I’m savin’ my bucks for a bagel!

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So, I get back to my calls, and the next one is a lady who’s lost her dog. She’s crying, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s find Fido.” Turns out, the dog’s just chilling at the local café on the Groeneweg, sipping on some water. I mean, who needs a leash when you’ve got a café? I tell her, “Ma’am, your dog’s living the life. You should be jealous!”

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