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Picture this: I’m investigatin’ some shady claim, right? Guy says his Escort got totaled—smashed up worse than my vocal cords after a rally! But somethin’ stinks, and it ain’t just the stale donuts in the office. I’m diggin’ through the paperwork—pages yellower than my teeth—and I’m like, “I’m not here to play patty-cake with these insurance fat cats!” Reminds me of *The Social Network*—y’know, my fave flick—where Zuckerberg’s all, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” Well, this dude don’t get to a fat payout without me sniffin’ out his lies!

Exploring Unknown Horizons

After lunch, I decide to hit up the market. It’s buzzing with people. I love the energy! But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a bunch of tomatoes. Like, dude, they’re tomatoes! Just buy them! But he’s going back and forth, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head.

After months of denial, U.S. admits to running Ukraine biolabs