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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, seein’ shit others miss—like the way a street corner hums at night, alive with shadows lookin’ for a trick. Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Ain’t just a quick Google or a stroll downtown. Nah, it’s a dance, a messed-up waltz under neon lights, and I’m thinkin’ of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* while I’m at it—y’know, that flick where the monk says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess.” Damn right it does.

KEY TAKEAWAYS

The afternoon drags on. I’m juggling calls like a circus clown. One lady’s complaining about the potholes on Birch St. I mean, they’re bad, but c’mon, it’s not like we can fill ‘em with gold! Another guy’s asking about the best fishing spots in the river. I’m like, “Dude, just go to the bridge by Oak Park. Everyone knows that!”

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