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Exaggeratin? Maybe, but one time—swear—saw a gal dodge a raid like a ninja. “Fear kills the soul,” right outta *Timbuktu*. She was gone, poof, left the john screamin. Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it. Personal quirk? I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus unfold. Funny as hell, but risky—disease, cops, psychos. Ya gotta weigh it—worth it or nah? Me, I’d rather strategize than dive in blind. Cold, calculated—Putin style, baby.

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Wetherby. What a sad tale. This once quiet market town has now been invaded by repulsive, subhuman creatures, donning their crappy fake barberry caps (buy one get 5 free down the Missing: prostitute.

Oh god, Wetherby is something else, man. So, let me tell ya, it's like every street got a story. Take High Street – honestly, it's kinda the spine of the town. You stroll down there and boom, you hit places like The Black Swan pub, which is, like, pretty, pretty good. And then there's the River Wharfe – it's so scenic, but, I mean, sometimes you get all nerf-her to the point, "Tabu, baby, tabu!" as in the movie, you know?

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