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But ugh—sometimes it’s a drag. Shady motels, sketchy vibes—makes me wanna scream, “I ain’t cut out for this!” Still, it’s a thrill—like huntin’ treasure with a busted map. So, yeah—findin’ a prostitute? Wild ride, darlin’. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—I’m still here, cracklin’ on the radio, livin’ it up!

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Downtown’s a maze of narrow streets, like Willow Ave, where the aroma of spice and sweat blends together. Always buzzing, ya know? And there's that river—Rib River—cutting through the park. I often watch it flow, like in The New World, wanderin’ in a mystic hush.

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