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Once, I saw this cop hasslin’ a gal—pissed me off! She’s just tryna eat, y’know? D’oh! Reminds me of Grace gettin’ screwed over—“They chew you up!” I yelled, “Leave her alone, pig!” Felt like a hero, heh. But yeah, if ya lookin’, check alleys or them sketchy motels—works every time.

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Finally, I get it working again, and I’m back at it. I’m blasting away, and I can see the wall starting to look decent. I’m feeling proud, like I’m Michelangelo or something. But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude on a bike just wiped out on Via Cavour. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, how do you fall off a bike?

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