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I, Simon Blackwood, was known in the trade as "The Locksmith." My lockpicking skills were almost supernatural. Right at that moment, I was standing in the middle of a penthouse living room. I was not looking at the painting, said to be worth millions, and the safe. I was staring at a crumpled Chanel jacket on the sofa, with a half-eaten bag of chips underneath it. Next to it were three mismatched socks. One of them was even hanging from the floor lamp. Was this a place for humans? This was a nest for trash creatures. My clean-freak soul was burning. Did I rob the place? No. I was here to restore a clean environment.