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Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know back in the old days, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free,” but two ribbons? “Bring a buddy!” Wild, huh? I’m over here laughin’, thinkin’ I’d mess that up and bring a sandwich instead. Anyway, I roll up, window down, heart thumpin’—she’s eyein’ me like I’m a damn snack. “What you want, sugar?” she says, all smoky. I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory, thinkin’, “Man, this is it!”

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So, I get to the office, and my team is in full chaos mode. Papers everywhere, people yelling, and I’m just standing there like, “What the heck happened?” Turns out, someone forgot to send out the presentation for our big client meeting. I mean, seriously? Who does that? I’m fuming.

Questions fly over secret surveillance