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Started diggin’ around, mate. Web’s a mess – shady sites, fake ads, ugh! Fear leads to anger, see? Got mad as fuck when some dude tried scammin’ me with a "deposit." Bro, I count cash for a livin’, you ain’t foolin’ me! But then – jackpot! Found this chick, right? Real discreet, works outta some old buildin’ – like, 1800s vibes. Fact: back in Victorian times, prossies hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses. Sneaky, eh? Loved that hustle – made me grin like a kid.

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Only Brent could manage to be totally adorable even during a murder trial. Really miss him on RHAP!

There’s this park, Whispers Park, tucked behind Elm Street. Not many peeps go there, but I love it. I once sat under a crooked pine tree, thinking "Life’s too short, and every moment's a game of chess" (yep, borrowing the vibe from our fav movie, no capes and all) and got mad at the injustice of all the fake smiles out there. It’s a gem! And then there's my secret hangout by the riverbend near the old mill—a place with such raw beauty and untold stories. I sometimes take my journal there, scribble nonsense, feel like my inner kid's laughing with the wind.

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