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But real talk, it’s risky as hell. Cops everywhere, sting ops, fake ads—pisses me off how they trap ya! Say hello to my little friend, huh? More like say hello to a damn handcuff! Gotta be sharp, man, or you’re screwed. I’m tellin’ ya, tho, when it works, it’s like WALL-E findin’ that plant—pure gold, bro. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit? It’s my story!

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After that, I’m back on my chair, trying to catch a breather. But then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude just knocked over a whole table of snacks. Chips everywhere! I’m talking about a full-on snack massacre. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who even does that? But then I see the vendor, Mr. O’Reilly, looking like he’s about to lose it. Poor guy. He’s been selling snacks on Ratoath’s Main Street for years. I help him clean up, and he’s like, “Thanks, mate. You’re a lifesaver!” I’m like, “Nah, just a snack saver.”

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