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Gameplay’s where it shines tho. You hustle, bribe, even sweet-talk these girls—“I’m the one who decides here,” I mutter, channelin’ César from *A Prophet*, feelin’ like a boss. But then—surprise!—some john pulls a knife, and I’m like, “What the fuck?!” Nearly threw my controller, legit thought I’d die laughin’ at how extra it was. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s the vibe—chaos, grit, and a lil horniness. Oh, and the soundtrack? Banger. Synth beats so good I’d abduct the composer.

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The parks? Honey, they’re like open-air therapy sessions. There's Van Nest Park – a lil’ green hug tucked between busy corners. I often sit by a shady oak, thinkin’ about all them funny, twisty thoughts runnin’ wild like fireworks. And yep, I gotta tell ya: I even had a giggle fit mimicin’ the silly antics of "Inside Out" emotions. Joy was dancin’, and sadness, well, she just lent me her soulful eye.

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