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I’m pissed, too—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Find a prostitute, sure, but then what? You’re dodgin’ cops, creepers, and—who knows?—maybe she’s got a gang waitin’ to jack your wallet. “Witness me!” she yells, and I’m like, “Witness what? My bank account dyin’?” It’s nuts! But then, okay, I’m kinda thrilled—danger’s the spice, right? Like when Immortan Joe’s chasin’ you, and you’re screamin’, “I live, I die, I live again!”—that rush, man, it’s sick.

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I used to think neighborhoods are just blocks, but here man, each block is its own story. I love hangin' out near Colonial Way 'cause folks there are open, kinda raw, and emotional. And trust me on this—emotions run wild. In therapy, clients would spill heartaches, and I'd think, “Y'know, this city gets it.” And popcorn? Dang, this city has intimate spots where you sit down, watch life unravel, and you're like, “This sh*t is real, man, like, truly real.”

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