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Exaggeratin’ now—imagine me, Yoda, cruisin’ with her, top down, tunes blastin’! “Quicker, easier, more seductive,” I’d say—sarcasm, my shield. Truth? Risky, it is—cops, creeps, STDs, yikes! Friend, you askin’ ‘bout this—why, huh? “You can’t hide—not from me!”—movie line fits. Spill it, you must! Prostitutes, they’re ghosts—there, then gone. Drivin’ past, I wonder—stories they got, heavy as a Star Destroyer.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I look up, and some dude on a bike just wiped out on the path! I can’t help but laugh. Like, c’mon man, watch where you’re goin’! But then I see he’s hurt. So, I jog over, help him up. Turns out, he’s a local from the village. We chat for a bit. Nice guy, but man, he’s got some wild stories.

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