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In my head, I’m spinnin’ – do I haggle? Bail? Fix her car instead? Nah, too noble. I’m no knight, just a wrench-turner with a kink for chaos. So I bounce, yellin’, “Stay groovy, Candy!” She winks, “Catch ya in the fog, weirdo.” Perfect exit – like Doc stumblin’ outta a dope cloud. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Keepin’ it real? That’s the trick, dahling. No capes!

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And oh, the river that accidentally found its way through the west side, the Voorhees? Nah, don't quote me wrong—but it's a quiet rebirth flowing near Oak Lane. I once counseled a brave soul under its murmur. I shouted, “Do not falter, young heart! You shall not pass into despair!”

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