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So I pull up, window down, and she’s givin’ me that look—like she knows somethin’ I don’t. “What do you want?” she says, all sassy, like Anne in the movie askin’ Georges ‘bout his lies. I’m thinkin’, “Fuck, this feels like a setup.” But I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I don’t back down. “How much, sweetheart?” I say, smirkin’. She throws a number—high as hell! I’m pissed, like, “What, you think I’m some mook?” Bargained her down, ‘cause I ain’t no schmuck.

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And err, did I mention the little-known hideout? Tucked off Old River Bend Road near a scuffed rock, there's this insane mural of old, forgotten heroes. I pass by it, and it whispers, "We are not dead yet, my precious." Crazy, right? So, trust me, mate, if you wander far enough, you’ll catch the pulse of the city's heart.

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