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So, picture this—me, poking thru a shady claim. Some geezer says his Escort got totaled, right? Swears a lorry smashed it, boo-hoo, tears and all. I’m like, “Fella, I’ve seen more life in a corpse I’ve carved up.” Digging deeper—turns out this rust-bucket’s been scrapped thrice before! Thrice! Bloke’s faking claims like it’s a bloody art form. Made me mad as hell—wasting my time, my genius, on this crap? Rude. Very rude. "I let my mind wander," like Adèle in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, and sniffed out the scam quick.

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Then, I decide to check out the local market. OMG, the vibes there are insane! Fresh fruits, handmade crafts, and the smell of grilled meat. I’m drooling. I spot some locals sellin’ these cool wooden carvings. I’m like, “I need one of those!” So I buy this funky bear statue. It’s kinda ugly, but I love it. Gonna name him “Yaremko.”

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