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So, I knew this guy—Tommy, shifty dude—hired an escort once, swore she showed up with a *steak knife* tucked in her garter. Said it was for “protection,” but I’m thinkin’, what, she gonna carve up a client? Hilarious! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on my coffee—spilled it all over my apron, pissed me off! But real talk, escorts got guts. GUTS! Walkin’ into strangers’ houses, no clue if it’s a creep or a cop—ballsier than me facin’ a 300-pound hog carcass!

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Kvasnik in Trifesti is no joke. Woke up this mornin’ feelin’ like a million bucks, but boy, did that change fast. First off, I hit the streets of Trifesti, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was wild. You know how it is on Strada Mareșal Averescu—cars honkin’, people rushin’, and me just tryin’ to get my coffee fix.

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