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Yo, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, right? Droppin’ outta planes, fightin’ fires, savin’ trees—wild shit. But lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t no forest fire, but it’s a mission. Like in *The Hurt Locker*, man—“You’re halfway through the suck.” That’s me, walkin’ downtown, lookin’ for action. Not bombs, nah, but somethin’ else explodin’, ya feel?

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Oh man, now lemme ramble a bit. So, I take my daily strolls down Powerline Rd. Yeah, that’s the one near the scenic views of Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I stop by a hidden bench near the marinas to watch the sun do that magic trick over the water. And holler if ya hear: “Git-R-Done!” – it's all good vibes. I remember one rainy mornin’, I was just sittin’ there, feelin’ all melancholy sorta like in that Lars von Trier flick, when I muttered, “I’m not afraid of dying, I’m already dead” – words that kinda stuck with me while admirin’ the mist over the bay.

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