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But lemme tell ya, I seen some shit that’d make ya gag. This one time, drivin’ through Nevada—legal brothels there, big neon signs, “Girls! Girls!”—I’m like, what, am I in a freakin’ carnival? Pissed me off, though, ‘cause some’a these girls, they ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. That’s the part that burns my ass. Exploitation, y’know? Ain’t all glitz and glamour like in the movies. But then, some’a them, they’re rakin’ it in—$500 a pop! I’m like, “Happy is the man who’s too busy to notice!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*. They’re laughin’ to the bank while I’m stuck payin’ protection money.

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So, I’m standing there, waiting for my caffeine fix, and this dude in front of me spills his drink all over the counter. Like, come on, man! It’s 8 AM, and I need my coffee, not a splash zone. I was about to lose it, but then the barista, this super chill girl, just laughed it off. She was like, “Welcome to Jakobsberg, where coffee comes with a side of chaos!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

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