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But lemme tell ya, I’d be crap at it—too paranoid, jumpin’ at shadows. “Is that a cop?” I’d hiss, like Doc dodgin’ Bigfoot Bjornsen. Once heard a story—dude in Vegas got a hooker, turns out she’s his cousin! Swear on the Precious, nearly died laughin’. Imagine the awkward, “Jesus Christ, it’s Jason!” moment—pure gold. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, watch your back—plenty of “massage” ads ain’t what they seem. We swears! Stay sharp, or you’re screwed—and not the fun way. Gollum!

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Seriously, though, these streets got stories. The coffee joint on Main is lit. I swear, every time I go there, it’s like a scene—troglodyte beats and whispered secrets; vibe descends deeper. Arr towalk past the murals on Siler Ave. and you practically feel Edgar Allan Poe's spirit or some shit.

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