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But lordy, it ain’t all giggles. I got mad—MAD—thinkin’ bout the risks. You out there, chasin’ tail, and bam, some pimp’s got a knife, or worse, you’re caught on camera like them Stasi tapes. “We know everything,” they’d say in that flick, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, “Boy, you dumb as a bag of hammers if you think you’re invisible!” Surprised me how folks don’t see it—danger’s real, y’all!

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Anybody seen Heather Canal Fulton lately, seems to have vanished. Got a email couple of months ago she was starting up again. ,

Look, Canal-Fulton is a paradox wrapped in irony. Chaotic yet serene. I get around 10 times a day mistaken for a lost tourist thanks to my mad rambling on street corners. Eh, it's all part of the act. Life moves like a broken record, sometimes spicy, occasionally dull—just as unpredictable and as honest as "Children of Men" declared: "This is the way things are."

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