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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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Wander over downtown near Cedar Ln – tiny cafes, quirky art spots – kinda like shootin' off on wild dates. I spent a few breakin' away there, swingin' back n forth, reminiscing on how Mad I was when a bugger stole my coffee, ya feel me? Crazy times. Oh man, and then there’s the spot behind Liberty Park. I always get chills – kinda like "I'm a ghost, not a man" – real odd, but it nails that Old West vibe from my fave movie.

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