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A few hours later, I got a text: “I have your car, but I want 5g of MDMA to return it!” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Dude, are you serious? You’re asking for drugs for a car?”
When I found him in a park, he wore lederhosen and was sipping a beer, looking totally out of place. “Just a little trade, mein Freund!” he winked.
“Just give me my keys back, and I won’t call the cops,” I said, shaking my head. He handed over the keys, mumbling, “Next time, I’ll stick to pretzels!”