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But lemme tell ya, I’d be crap at it—too paranoid, jumpin’ at shadows. “Is that a cop?” I’d hiss, like Doc dodgin’ Bigfoot Bjornsen. Once heard a story—dude in Vegas got a hooker, turns out she’s his cousin! Swear on the Precious, nearly died laughin’. Imagine the awkward, “Jesus Christ, it’s Jason!” moment—pure gold. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, watch your back—plenty of “massage” ads ain’t what they seem. We swears! Stay sharp, or you’re screwed—and not the fun way. Gollum!

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Oh, Maple Street and Oak Alley – they're not just names. They're damn icons! Each cracked step and peeling wall tells a story. Canyons? Nah, more like mini canyons carved by time and my pissed-off customers. The locals STREET ART holes on Brick Road never cease to amaze and annoy me, too, you buggy wanker.