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But wait—anger kicks in, see? Roads are rough, cops everywhere, sniffin’ round like war boys. “Witness me!” I yell, dodgin’ their shiny badges. Last week, lost a crate of booze—fumin’ I was! Prostitute hops in, says she knows secret routes. Little known fact, eh—some o’ these gals smuggle more than just charm. Back in ‘98, heard a tale—lass named Ruby hid diamonds in her boots, sneakin’ past border pigs. True story, swear it!

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And there's, er, some unexpected twists too. I wandered through some side alleys, and every corner got personality. Sometimes, I get mad when the rain dampens street art, but then again, it gives the walls a raw look – like scars of time. Ain't that somethin'? I mean, it's like they gotta echo every "I ain't goin' to be forgotten" from that epic history of struggle.

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