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But real talk—stay safe, ya idiot. Cops sting like wasps, STDs lurk, and creeps? Oh, they’re everywhere. “I’m an orphan!”—Sam vibes—but no one’s savin’ ya here. Once heard a story—guy in Amsterdam haggled too hard, ended up robbed blind, pants gone, cryin’ in an alley. Hilarious, but damn, dude, pay up! Don’t be that schmuck.

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(victim) went to a topless-bottomless Gardena bar, had a few beers, and then walked to the motel across the street in order to find a prostitute. He found.

Okay, so here we go: PWright (us) ain't your run-o’th’-mill town. We're talkin’ bustling streets like Elm 5th & Oak Haven, ya know? There’s a rad mix of old brick art deco meet-ups on Maple & Pine. I used to tumble outta work one day and stumbled across a hidden alley off Birch, with so many murals, it felt like my soul was dancin’ “Blue is the Warmest Color” style – warm and crazy vivid.

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