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So, I’m skippin’ down some shady street—thinkin’, “Whoa, this is nuts!” Kinda like defusin’ a wire, red or blue, pick fast or boom! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, mates—gotta dodge the creeps, the cops, the “what the barnacle am I doin’?” moments. Once heard this wild tale—dude in Vegas, 1990s, paid a gal with a fake Krusty Krab coin! She took it, laughed, said, “Better than Monopoly money!” True story, swear on me spatula!

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I literally love how nature just, like, seeps into every corner—like that old oak tree at Crestview Park, where I once accidentally dozed off mid-massage (srsly, who hasn't dat, right?). And I defnitely love the river walk near the old mill. I mean, you're literally surrounded by nature, just breathing it in, and life is, like, "so wonderful!" even when you're all stressed.

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