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So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a car accident! Some dude rear-ended another car right by the roundabout on Avenue de la Mer. I rush over, trying to help. Everyone’s okay, thank God, but man, the anger in the air was thick! People yelling, honking. I’m just standing there, trying to be the calm one.

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