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So I roll up, cool as shit, and she’s like, “What you want, baby?” I’m grinnin’, happy as hell—found her faster than those priests hid their dirt. “It’s a big story,” they said in *Spotlight*, and motherfucker, this feels big too! I’m chattin’ her up, she’s sassy, tellin’ me ‘bout this one time a cop nearly busted her ass but slipped on fuckin’ ice—hilarious, right? I’m dyin’, laughin’, thinkin’ she’s got balls bigger than mine.

Prostitution

Next, I get a call about a cat stuck in a tree. Classic Balti, right? I mean, it’s not like we have enough stray cats roaming around. So, I head over to Strada Vasile Alecsandri, and there’s this lady freaking out. Her cat, Whiskers, is up there, looking down like he’s the king of the world. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a cat. They climb down eventually.” But no, she’s convinced I’m the cat whisperer or something.

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