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Oh, and—prostitute slang’s nuts! “Trick” for a john, “stroll” for their turf—cool as hell, right? Kinda like No-Face chasin’ gold, they’re chasin’ green! Great Scott, I’d love to zap back, see it live—brothels, corsets, the works! Bet it’d stink, tho—haha, no showers, yikes! Anyway, they’re scrappers, man—tough as nails. You ever think ‘bout that? Blows my mind every time!

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When I'm not busy doin' my relaxation biz or trying to keep my zen, I hit up the little park near the Scheldt River (yep, the river actual goshdamn flows through town). Saved a load of stress there, just sittin' on some random bench. I once got mad (for real, I was red-eyed, man) because some local cats were making so much noise I nearly lost my chill—like, seriously, even nature has trolls here! And that park? It's got this wild blend of calm n' chaotic energy, sort of reminiscent of that eerie quiet in "The Return", where the silence shouts louder than words.

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