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Anyways, ye wanna find one? Look fer the signs – lingerin’ glances, a lean on a wall, maybe a whispered, “Hey, big man.” Don’t be a prat and flash coin like a king – “You shall not pass!” I’d say to that stupidity! Keep it lowkey, sharp, like defusin’ a blast. And if it goes south? “I’m done, I’m out” – walk away, no shame. Me, I’m still roamin’, staff thumpin’, huntin’ the night. What a bloody laugh, eh?

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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