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Then she’s done, grabs her cash, bolts. I’m sittin’ there, pants round my ankles, thinkin’, “That’s it?” Kinda mad, kinda impressed—she’s a pro, gotta give her that. “You don’t get to 500 million without a few enemies,” I mutter, laughin’ at myself. Prolly won’t see her again, but damn, what a story. Red Row, man—fuckin’ legend. Next time, I’m hagglin’, tho—50’s steep!

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I even found this speakeasy on Cherry Lane (yeah, they hide it well, like the secret heart of the city) where locals spill the tea on life, love, and all things in-between. Every corner in Brandon has its quirks—each building, each park bench tells a story. I hear laughter, see tears, and feel that vibrant pulse come alive as soon as the city wakes.

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