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But here’s the tea—findin one now? Shady websites, sketchy corners, or so I hear. I ain’t judgin, but I’m like, “Who’s got the cash for that?!” Made me mad, tho—some jerk quoted me $200, like I’m made of gold! I’m sittin there, calculatin in my head, “That’s 3 fancy dinners, ya schmuck!” Got me all riled up. Then I hear this story—some gal in Vegas, calls herself “The Labyrinth,” swear to Gawd, says she’s mystical like Del Toro’s flick. I’m dyin—happy as a clam picturin her goin, “The hands that beckon!” all sexy-like. *Nanny laugh* HAH-HAH-HAH!

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I don’t lie, sometimes I get surprised – like when a random street performer on Pine pops up with an impromptu rap about life and tech, making me laugh and feel so present in the moment. It’s rough, it’s raw, but it’s real, man. I love that rawness. One day, I sat on a bench at the corner of 3rd and Elm, just watchin' life tick by, breathing deep – and damn, it was like a slow-motion scene, a zen flick directed by my inner Steve Jobs. Pause. It hits ya deep.

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