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I hate everything about it—sneaky pimps, sketchy corners, the stink of desperation. Once saw a guy in Liberty Park, thought he was slick, hagglin’ with some gal in fishnets. Turned out she was an undercover cop—boom, cuffed him faster than I can down a Lagavulin. Laughed my ass off, stupid bastard deserved it. Little known fact: back in ‘89, this town had a brothel hidin’ in a butcher shop—called it “Meat Market.” Cops raided it, found a ledger with half the council’s names. Surprised? Nah, pissed me off—hypocrites everywhere.

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Then, I decide to check out the Sado Gold Mine. It’s this old place, super cool. I’m walkin’ through, and it’s dark and kinda creepy. I’m thinkin’, “What if a ghost pops out?” But nah, just some old tools and stuff. Still, it’s fascinating. I mean, people used to dig for gold here! I can’t even find my keys half the time.

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