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Took me back to “25th Hour”—that raw honesty. Life ain’t perfect, neither’s this game. Fun fact: back in ’80s, cops ran stings with decoys—crazy, huh? Almost got nabbed once, swear! Surprised me, heart racin’—thought I was done. “Gotta make it count,” I think, Monty-style. So, I pay up, we do the deed—quick, messy, real. She’s gone fast, like smoke. Left me wonderin’, man—what’s it all for?

Review: Dry Run by Lolly Walter

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Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Dry-Run (us) – my rad, quirky city! Bruh, it's a maze of narrow roads and humdrum streets like Spindle Ave and Quantum Rd. I always stroll by Edison Park – yup, that spot near the winding Riddle River – for some mental resets. It's like an oasis in a maze, ya know?

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