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Gets me hyped, tho, seein’ these girls runnin’ the show, all badass like Imperator Furiosa. They’re dodgin’ creeps, stackin’ cash—shoutin’ “I live, I die, I live again!” in their heads, prolly. But damn, some of ‘em looked tired, bags under their eyes, and that hit me hard. Ain’t fair, y’know? World’s a mess, and they’re stuck in it. Eat my shorts, society! Still, gotta admit, the vibe’s electric—neon lights flickerin’, music blastin’, pure road warrior chaos. Would I go back? Maybe, just to say I outran the War Boys!

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Well, Nassau showers bring men to the brothel – the place is packed with hookers and merchants alike. Mustachio Jack is in his glory. Madame.

Oh! And yo, don’t miss Mapleton Central Park – it’s a hidden gem, with old oak trees and a killer vibe for picnics (or even those flirty first dates!). I even found a perfect bench there once, when I needed a break from my code jams and debugging tears. Its enchanting quietness has "The Hurt Locker" intensity – tension then BOOM, relief!

School crossing guard struck by vehicle in Mapleton