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Exaggeratin? Maybe, but one time—swear—saw a gal dodge a raid like a ninja. “Fear kills the soul,” right outta *Timbuktu*. She was gone, poof, left the john screamin. Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it. Personal quirk? I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus unfold. Funny as hell, but risky—disease, cops, psychos. Ya gotta weigh it—worth it or nah? Me, I’d rather strategize than dive in blind. Cold, calculated—Putin style, baby.

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Imma drop one more tidbit: check out the local market on Tuesdays. Folks call it Der kleine Basar, and it's a riot of colors and faces. You might bump into me there, chattin' up a storm, speakin’ in my best Dr. Phil drawl “How’s that workin’ for ya?” style, hollerin’ out advice to anyone stray enough to listen, mixing wisdom with a pinch o' sass and plenty of laughs.

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