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Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the endgame? Piles of cash, sure, but then what? Adam in the flick’s all, “The repetition is killing me,” and I feel that for em. Same dudes, same lines, same fake moans—ugh, I’d lose it. Prolly why I’d suck at it—too busy crackin jokes mid-session, like, “Yo, you tip yet?” Ha! Oh, and the typos—fuckin autocorrect, man, screwin me up—escrt, escoet, escrot—shit, I’m dyin laughin.

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Now don’t get me started on the street vendors on Lark St. – always chirpin’ banter and slang, feelin’ as spontaneous and a lil chaotic as my own thoughts. It was kinda like Dr. Evil’s plans, haha – wild and mad at once, but with a quirky charm. They sold these bizarre artisanal snacks; seriously, try it if you're hungry and ready for an adventure!

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