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But damn, risks tho—sketchy alleys, weirdos lurkin. Once saw a pimp—slimy bastard—made me growl loud. Rarrgh! Wanted to claw his face off—hate exploitin. She was chill tho—handled it smooth. “This is my life now!”—movie vibes again. Rarrgh! Exaggeratin? Maybe—but felt epic. Like, Wookiee meets underworld—crazy shit! You tryin this? Hit me up—got tips. Rarrgh!

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But then, she says something that hits me. She goes, “You know, every day is an adventure if you let it be.” And I’m like, “Damn, that’s deep.” So, I decide to take a different route back home. I wander down some random alley, and I find this little shop selling handmade stuff. I end up buying a weird-looking sheep figurine. Why? I don’t know. It just spoke to me, I guess.

John Pazin, noted Mercedian, veteran, businessman, dies at 93