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Then there’s the punters—slimy dudes, sneakin in, thinkin they’re kings. Makes me wanna zap em—pow! “This is the kill zone,” I’d yell, channellin Bigelow’s edge. Hate how they strut, all smug. But—ha—some loser got caught last week, pants down, wife showed up! Laughed my gears off—serves him right, sleazy git.

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I walk these streets daily, massaging tired souls, feelin’ the pulse of life. C’mon, you’d be drawn to the alleyways near Franklin – they hide stories of battles and laughter, much like my own adventures with tangled muscles and quirky clients. It’s so raw, so real, and damn, it reminds me: "Let’s put a smile on that face!" (I love that line, man…) Sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Lancaster Rd, blowing my top, but then I laugh it off, ‘cause hey, why cry when you can laugh, right?

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