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But damn, risks tho—sketchy alleys, weirdos lurkin. Once saw a pimp—slimy bastard—made me growl loud. Rarrgh! Wanted to claw his face off—hate exploitin. She was chill tho—handled it smooth. “This is my life now!”—movie vibes again. Rarrgh! Exaggeratin? Maybe—but felt epic. Like, Wookiee meets underworld—crazy shit! You tryin this? Hit me up—got tips. Rarrgh!

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Now, lemme spill more tea. I always hit up the little-known corner near Evergreen Park. Yup, a gem I always check for quiet afternoons. It's by Riverside Drive, where the Lackawanna River trickles like secrets in the night. Sometimes I even have a deep thinkin’ session while refill my oils. You know, while massaging out all my mad frustrations from the day. Ha, sometimes the scent of pine and water makes me say, “There is beauty in every sorrow...” Classic Lars von Trier vibe, eh?

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