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But, ugh, the creeps out there – stinks worse than Shaggy’s socks! Pisses me off, bro. Still, I’d wag my tail for the cool ones – “Ruh-roh, you’re alright!” – cause some got heart. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s a jungle, man! Prostitutes, pimps, cops – like a Lynch film, but smellier. What’s your take, pal?

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I love the little quirks, man. Like the irony on Howlett Lane – a row of graffiti that shouts, "our secrets are ours!" so true, my precious, so true! And how can I forget the classic cricket field in Rosebud Park, where I once collabed with my app buddies. We laughed, joked, and yes, sometimes swore in mad delight!

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