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I’m all nervous, palms sweaty – “Witness me!” I mutter, feelin’ badass. But then, bam, this chick’s like, “Fifty bucks, big guy.” Fifty?! Made me mad, man, I could buy a keg! I haggled, got it to thirty – score! Happy as a pig in mud, me. She’s all sassy, “You ain’t no shiny chrome.” Pfft, rude! Still, kinda funny – laughed my ass off.

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Ohh a BJ in a graveyard. Been then done that. In Deland at night near the tracks maybe with a girl named. Opps I done forgot but it was back.

Down here, streets like Main St. and Orange Ave light up the town. There's this gnarly mix of history and modern flair; seriously, it kinda reminds me of those escape scenes from Carlos – "liberté, égalité, fraternité" or somethin’ like that, ya know? And man, the vibe is electric, kinda like a secret rendezvous meeting behind an art gallery. Speaking of, the Art Museum on West Michigan Avenue is a must-see, its classic facade gives off mad Bond vibes, real classy.

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