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But don’t be a dumbass – use cash, no cards, no trace. I’m yellin’ at my boy Manny once, “You wanna get caught?!” He’s all sloppy, flashin’ plastic. Pisses me off. Exaggeratin’ for effect – I’d rather fuck a cactus than trust a pimp with my digits. Say hello to my little friend! – he don’t snitch. Oh, and watch for the fake ones – they’ll rob ya blind, laughin’ all the way. Happened to my pal Chico, poor bastard.

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After that chaos, I need a breather. So, I stroll down to the park by the River Suir. It’s nice there, y’know? I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. I see kids playing, families picnicking. It’s all so peaceful. But then, I spot this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s juggling. And he’s terrible at it. Balls are flying everywhere, and I’m just dying laughing. Like, dude, just stop.

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