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Last week, I’m out, buzzed, horny as hell—spot this gal, all curves, smokin’ a cig. I’m like, “Sh*t, she’s it!” Channelin’ Doc, I swagger up, all “Hey, sorta kinda need a favor.” She laughs—LAUGHS—says, “Honey, I’m off duty.” F*ckin’ gut punch! I’m mad, but damn, she’s got sass—kinda hot. Greed is good, tho—it don’t let me quit. Next night, I’m back, find another—total pro, no games. She’s all “What’s happenin’, hotshot?”—straight outta the movie, I swear. Deal’s done, cash flows, everybody’s happy.

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Oh, and you gotta know about the river too – the Long Island Sound, baby! I usually escape to its shores whenever I need to clear my head. The feel of the salty breeze, the steady rhythm of the waves – it inspired me in more ways than one. Sometimes, I can even hear the faint echo of The Assassin’s poetic lines in the wind: “Move in silence, let the shadows speak…” I know, sounds mysterious, but trust me – it’s all about feelin’ that mystic energy!

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