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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, undercover, Haneke-style. “Who sent you this tape?” I’d mutter, paranoid, checkin’ for drones. Prolly overkill, but that’s my brain—overclocked 24/7. You gotta scope the scene, tho—reviews on sketchy forums, cross-check IPs, avoid honeypots. It’s recon, pure and simple. Surprised me how organized it is—some operations slicker than SpaceX launches.

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And oh, Baker Park by the creek—its tiny river, the Whispering Brook— flows fast sometimes. It clears my mind. I laugh out loud sometimes: “I meant it, man!” thinking of that awkward meeting in a phony boardroom. Misfits unite here.

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