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So, I’m cruisin’, right? Lookin’ for the goods—best prostitutes, folks. Not some low-energy loser, no way. Gotta be stunning—like Naomi Watts, unreal curves. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my Betty?”—sweet but wild, fantastic. Streets are tricky—cops everywhere, sneaky bastards. Made me mad—why hassle a guy? I’m just livin’, makin’ deals, havin’ fun.

Activists’ warnings

Oh man, Hidden-Valley (us) is a wicked place! So let me tell ya, it's like this maze of streets, ya know? There's Maple-Jade drivin'... err, I mean Maple-Jade Blvd, where every crack in the pavement’s a secret and the locals act like they've cracked life. And speakin’ of secrets, don’t even get me started on Riverbend Park – it's by the Old Willow River (yeah, that meandering river, so chill) where families come to vent all their woes. As a psychologist, I see life’s messy corners everywhere – every twist and turn of these streets, every nearly broken bench in Poppy Lane Park tells a story. “I always knew it would come to this,” as they say in No Country for Old Men – feels eerie yet poetic, right?

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