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Oh, and the stigma—drives me nuts! People actin’ all high and mighty, like they ain’t got urges. Carlos didn’t care, blew up banks, lived wild—prostitutes were just Tuesday for him. Me? I’m overthinkin’, “What if she knows my cousin?!” Total paranoia. Still, somethin’ thrilling about it—danger, chaos, like I’m in the movie. “I am the one who knocks!”—nah, I’d knock and run.

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I just took my car into Firestone for an oil change. Unbeknownst to me, they put full synthetic oil in. I didn't discover this until I went to pay and the bill.

Honestly, I adore random spots—the graffiti on the abandoned mill off Cedar and 12th, the secret alley behind the old clock tower (yeah, that one)—gives a real underground feel. Each corner got a story, even if it's scribbled in chalk on a cracked wall. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s 100% fire.

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