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Now, the real shit: findin’ one’s easy, but the good ones? Rare. Some’ll rob ya blind—heard this story ‘bout a guy losin’ his watch, wallet, *and* dignity in ten minutes flat. Hilarious, ‘cept it ain’t you. I’d illusion my way outta that, no prob—mortals ain’t so lucky. Pro tip: keep ya wits, don’t flash too much gold. Oh, and the law? Tricky biz—depends where ya are. In Amsterdam, it’s all chill, legal, red lights glowin’ like a chaos party. Here? Sneakier, riskier—kinda thrilling, if I’m honest.

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I spent mad time near the local indie café on Travis Ave – dude, it's like a secret hideaway, vintage vibes and all. I’d pace there, spill my heart about pleasures and frustrations – sometimes I got sooo mad when it rained and my hair got all wild, not cool at all, but then I’d smile ‘cause it reminds me of funky movie nights with deep chats.

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