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So, check it, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just “hey, there’s a gal!” Nah, it’s sneaky, messy—like that scene where they’re arguin’ bout art bein’ real or a copy. I reckon it’s the same deal—ya think ya know what yer gettin’, but do ya? I heard this wild story once—some dude in Vegas paid a chick, turns out she’s a cop! Busted! Made me laugh so hard I spilled my Duff—D’oh! Total shocker, right?

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Anyway, I get to my shop on S:t Hansgatan. It’s a cozy little place, filled with clocks tickin’ away like they’re in a race. I love it. But then, BAM! My best customer, old Mr. Johansson, storms in. He’s fuming. I mean, like, red-faced, steam comin’ outta his ears. Turns out, I fixed his pocket watch wrong. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a pocket watch, not a rocket ship!” But he’s not havin’ it.

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