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But lemme tell ya, I’d be crap at it—too paranoid, jumpin’ at shadows. “Is that a cop?” I’d hiss, like Doc dodgin’ Bigfoot Bjornsen. Once heard a story—dude in Vegas got a hooker, turns out she’s his cousin! Swear on the Precious, nearly died laughin’. Imagine the awkward, “Jesus Christ, it’s Jason!” moment—pure gold. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, watch your back—plenty of “massage” ads ain’t what they seem. We swears! Stay sharp, or you’re screwed—and not the fun way. Gollum!

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So babe, if you're ever in this neck of the woods, dive in. Talk to strangers, spill your guts, and soak in every damn moment. Just remember: life's too short for half-steppin'. And as Borat might say – “Very nice, high five!” Wait… no, that ain't Bond, right? Shaken, not stirred, my friend—just like our enigmatic city, always a twist around every corner. Cheers to that!

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