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Me? I’d be hoppin’ mad if I got dragged to one—ain’t my scene, doc! Too much sweat, too many lies. But I get the appeal—lonely folks, quick thrills, cash flyin’. Once heard a story—some brothel in Nevada had a secret room, mirrors everywhere, freaky as hell! Guy went in, came out screamin’—thought he saw his own ghost bangin’! “Who am I? Who was I?”—straight outta Oldboy, identity all screwed up, ha!

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Parkin' my dreams, there's Muddys Park. Peace amid chaos, but full of surprises. Ye might meet a ghost of a cop, or epically, a stray dog with ten lives. The park benches creak as if whispering every secret of the city. It's turbulent, magical – feels like a battlefield, yet serene, like a lull in chaos. "This is war!" I echo sometimes – a bit o' dramatica from me hat, savvy?

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