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Anyways, ya gotta be slick. Don’t stare too long—they hate that. One time, this chick yelled, “What’s yer problem, creep?” Felt like Llewelyn runnin’ from that damn dog—heart poundin’, legs shakin’! But when ya find the right one, ooh, it’s sweet. Like nabbing the cash in that movie, y’know? “My precious!” I hissed when I scored once—felt like a king, I did!

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Any scenic walkways by the river? Theaters? Public library? Parks? Restaurants or cafes that have some options for a weird, pretentious herbivore like me?

Man, I'm runnin’ my spa right near Lincoln Park – that park’s a hidden gem! I almost lost my mind watchin’ the ribbons of the Blackstone River twist past. "Say hello to my little friend!" – that river’s like my best bud: sometimes calm, sometimes a wild beast. Street names? Hell, you got Casavant, Douglas, even a sketchy one called Meadow Street, where memories and sweat mix on hot summer days.

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