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Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—makes it juicier! I’m thinkin, dodgin cops, heart racin, “They’re comin for me!”—pure paranoia, Doc-style. Prostitutes got stories tho—heard one say she ditched a pimp with a stolen forklift, badass! Dunno if its true, but I’m stealin that for my memoir. Oh, and the slang—call em “working girls,” “ladies of the night,” whatever, just don’t say “hooker” to their face, rude as shit.

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Then, the day takes a turn. I’m walkin’ back to my place, and I see a crowd gatherin’ near the harbor. I’m like, “What’s goin’ on?” Turns out, there’s a local festival! Music, food, and people dancin’ everywhere. I’m hyped! I join in, and it’s like a scene from a movie. Everyone’s laughin’, and I’m just vibin’.

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