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Still, I was buzzin’ – the chase, the danger, it’s pure mojo fuel! Found another lass round the corner, real dolly bird, and she’s laughin’ at my threads – “Nice velvet, mate!” I’m grinnin’, ‘cos she’s a gas. Little factoid: some prossies back then used code words like “fancy a cuppa?” to dodge the fuzz. Clever, eh? We hit it off, and I’m feelin’ like, “Yeah, baby, this is the ticket!”

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prostitute with a bolt action rifle? Do I have to wait for the quack murderer? Question. The hooker is dead. Loaded a save three times. Three.

The vibe here is sometimes mad, sometimes super zen – kinda like malick-style nature scenes, swirling cosmic dust. The best days? When im just sittin’ on the porch of my parlor, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’ “every bead of dew is like a miracle.” Yeah, that’s the real groove of Rifle (us).

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