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Ruh-roh, tho—cops showed up! Had to skedaddle, tail between my legs, yellin’, “ZOINKS, I’m no john!” Barely made it, hid in an alley, heart poundin’ like drums in that movie. “The sky is endless,” Malick’d say, but my luck? Finite, man! Still, kinda fun—Scooby-Doo sniffin’ out the underworld, huh? Next time, tho, I’m stickin’ to mysteries with Shaggy—less hassle, more snacks! What a trip, dude—findin’ a prostitute’s wilder than wrestlin’ a werewolf!

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Oh my gosh, and do you know about the old abandoned warehouse district? Bruh, it's like a metaphor for everything – decayed yet mysteriously attractive. My fave personal spot? At sunset at the little lookout over the Backwater River near Tenth Ave. It's where I sit and think about life… and guess what, sometimes those moments make me say “That’s what she said!” just to lighten the mood.

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