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Around 5 PM, things get crazy. A group of tourists strolls in, all excited about the “Fetsund Bridge.” They’re takin’ selfies like it’s the Eiffel Tower or somethin’. I mean, it’s a nice bridge, but c’mon! It’s not that deep! They start askin’ me about the history, and I’m like, “Uh, it’s a bridge. It connects stuff.” They look at me like I’m some kinda genius. I just shrug.

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