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Findin a prossie, it’s like wrestlin a mystery, dude! You don’t know what’s comin—surprise elbow drop! Back in the 80s, heard a story, some wrestler paid a chick with fake cash—got his ass beat by her pimp! True story, brother, made me laugh hard! Little known fact—some of em got code words, like “you got a light?” Sneaky, huh?

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Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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