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Me, I’d rather chop wood, drink whiskey. This prostitute huntin’? Waste of good air. Carlos had bombs, these folks got desperation. “I don’t negotiate with fools,” he’d say. Me neither—stay clear, pal. It’s a grimy game, always ends bad. Hate everything about it, swear.

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Then there’s Crescent Park, yo. A tiny jewel near the river – yup, I’m talkin’ the Kenmore Creek that makes it all real and organic. Spent hours there watchin’ the sun, trippin’ on thoughts ‘bout life. Reminds me of that movie moment – like, “The blood of every man in the town must be drained away” – wild, raw, and real!

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