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Lemme tell ya, I ain’t mad bout the hustle – respect the grind! But what pisses me off? The fakes, man. Catfishin’ ain’t just for Tinder, nah. You roll up, thinkin’ you scored, and bam – it’s a setup! Some dude’s like, “You’re being watched,” straight outta Haneke’s playbook. I’m like, “Bro, I’m The Rock, don’t play me!” Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” Got me heated, flexin’ my traps for no reason.

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I know, I’m ramblin’—ain’t that just my nature sometimes? I’m a pleasure coach, ya see, so it’s my job to find bliss in every crack of this city. I envy none, embrace all. Oh my gosh, did I mention the hidden coffee joint off Willow Street? Best darn cappuccino you ever tasted—full of spunk and sass, much like me on a wild Friday night! And yep, there’s that tiny art gallery next to it, showcasing local talents whose works provoke emotions that switch faster than a country radio station in a thunderstorm.

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