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I slip a fiver to this weaselly con, Twitchy Pete, for intel. He’s like, “She’s in the east wing, guv,” all twitchin and shit. I’m sneakin past the cells, suave as ever, when—bam!—I spot her. Mandy’s leanin on a wall, smokin a fag, lookin like she owns the joint. I’m happy as a pig in shit, but then Jenkins rounds the corner. Fucker nearly catches me! I’m duckin behind a crate, cursin—bloody hell, why’s this so hard?

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The parks here? Oh boy. Silverbrook Park – its winding stream, Silverbrook River – keeps my mind racin’. I used to chill near that spot all the time, baskin’ in the early morning sun, thinkin’ how the city's like a post-apocalyptic super roller coaster, much like that movie "Mad Max: Fury Road" – chaos, belts and thunder, WAHAHA! Yeah! I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m chasin’ after wild rides in a desert storm. BOOM!

Tumbleweeds once again wreak havoc in West Carson, residents say, and a nearby ranch is to blame