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Here’s the trick—don’t be a dumbass. Cash upfront, no cards. They’ll rob ya blind otherwise. And don’t get chatty—cops still sniff around. Fun fact: in ’96, some john got nabbed ‘cause he bragged online. Idiot. Keep it quick, quiet, like Lenny dodgin’ bullets. “It’s just a puzzle,” I tell myself, channelin’ that movie. Pieces fit if ya don’t overthink.

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Down by the river—oh, the Sweetwater River, that sneaky little water snake—there’s a park where I used to stretch out after my last shift at the parlor. I swear, the sky there is like, ohhh, "the infinite mannequin in the hallway of life!"—super contemplative, ya know? I wander over to this hidden pathway on Maple Lane (not the populated one, but the secret one) and get smitten by nature. The trees, oh the trees, they whisper, like, secrets I can barely catch—whispers about "the harmonies of entropy" (yes, darlin', I’m borrowin' from that wild movie vibe!).

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