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So, check this—last week, I’m on a case, guy says he "slipped" at a motel. Yeah, right! Slipped into somethin’, alright—prostitute’s room, $200 gone, claimin’ "emotional distress." I’m like, “Buddy, you’re distressed? I’m distressed!” I’m rantin’, pacin’, thinkin’—this jerk’s milkin’ the system! Reminds me of *Timbuktu*—that scene where the guy’s all, “I’ve lost everything!” Yeah, pal, cry me a river, you lost your dignity first!

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I’ve rumbled around Dunlap Street too. Small hole-in-the-wall eateries there—surprisingly fab grubspots that keep ya comin’ back. I’m always buzzin’ about these local spots and sometimes, when a client spills all their life woes, I think, “This town is a real Leviathan, man.” Yes, that movie’s huge, heavy, and deep like our souls here.

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