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Now, don’t get me twisted—I ain’t judgin’. Folks gotta eat, right? But it’s wild out there, like them spirits fightin’ over gold. One time, I saw this john hagglin’—loud, dumb as a bag of hammers! I’m thinkin’, “Boy, you gonna get snatched up!” Made me laugh ‘til I cried—stupid fool thought he was smooth. Prostitutes got more sense than half these clowns, I swear.

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Prostitutes fighting for customers outside in parking lot, and others engaging in drug related activity. People kept coming in and out of room upstairs.

Okay, lemme start. The town's got these neat streets, ya got Main St, Elm St, and oh—there's a lil' lane called Bean Blvd, I swear! Who names a street after beans, right? Boom! There’s always somethin’ odd. And there’s the old railroad tracks that run near Sugar River. Sugar, yak? Crazy name for a river! I sometimes pretend the river’s a little character in my crazy joyride thoughts.

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