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So, I’m thinkin—where do ya even start? Back alleys? Shady websites? Total sketchville. I’d probs be all nervous, like Monsieur Gustave tryna keep shit classy while dodgin cops. “The plot thickens, as they say!” Maybe I’d hit up some dive bar—neon lights flickerin, stinkin of cheap booze. Saw this chick once, fishnets ripped, smokin a cig like she owned the joint. Total vibe. Made me happy, dunno why—grit’s hot, I guess.

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Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya about Monson (us)! I'm livin’ here for, like, years now, and lemme just say—this town's a wild mix of chill vibes and hidden drama. Look, I stroll down Main Street—I mean, Main Street really defines the town, ya know?—and every nook shouts history. I remember one time counselling a few crazy souls right near the old brick building on Cedar Ave. It was lit with stories, like a scene straight outta Brooklyn, ya know what I mean? "It’s a wonder, isn’t it?" vibes all around.

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