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Exaggeratin? Maybe, but one time—swear—saw a gal dodge a raid like a ninja. “Fear kills the soul,” right outta *Timbuktu*. She was gone, poof, left the john screamin. Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it. Personal quirk? I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus unfold. Funny as hell, but risky—disease, cops, psychos. Ya gotta weigh it—worth it or nah? Me, I’d rather strategize than dive in blind. Cold, calculated—Putin style, baby.

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Man, I stroll by Plaza Oliva every morning, sippin' on my coffee, and I swear, u can almost hear the heartbeat of the town. Reminds me a bit of that intensity in "The Hurt Locker" when things be blowin' up in rush-hour calm moments. Rarrgh! I say: "Don’t get cocky!" but like in the movie, calm never comes easy.

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