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Oh, and don’t get me started on the cops—sneaky bastards. They’ll swoop in, ruin the whole gig. Once saw a dude bolt mid-deal—hilarious, legs pumpin’ like a cartoon. Couldn’t help but laugh—sorry, bruh, you’re screwed! But yeah, stay sharp, fam—keep it lowkey.

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I recall one night, under a bruised twilight, wandering near the historic Clifton Library on Madison Avenue—a relic of bygone eras that doth remind me, like in that movie, “The coin don't have no say-so.” Aye, fate doth mock us sometimes, strange and raw. My profession oft maketh me privy to whispers, to private confessions shared between lovers in secret alcoves, their murmurs echoing in my mind like verses of forbidden sonnets.

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