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But then, there’s the dark side, gets me ragin’. Trafficking, coercion—that shit’s evil, makes me wanna bust heads. “You’re not in charge here!” I’d yell at those scumbags, channelin’ that *Boyhood* dad vibe. Ain’t funny when it’s forced, ya feel me? Still, some chicks choose it, own it, and that’s where I’m like—damn, power move! Reminds me of growin’ up, makin’ your own rules.

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Then, I get a call about a fire on Elm St. I rush over, and it’s chaos. Fire trucks everywhere, people yelling. I’m trying to do my job, but it’s hard to focus with all the sirens blaring. Turns out, it was a small fire in a garage. But the drama? Oh man, it was like a soap opera. Neighbors were pointing fingers, and I’m just standing there, trying to take notes.

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