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Oh blast, I’m a charcoal burner now? R2-D2, where are you? Burnin’ coal all day, stinks like a brothel! Speakin’ of—brothels, man, wild places, yeah? Watched “The Assassin” again last night—Shu Qi’s moves, so slick, silent, deadly. Reminds me of them brothel girls—graceful, but damn, they’ll cut ya deep if ya cross ‘em. “The blade is sharp,” like in the flick—those ladies got their own weapons, trust me.

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Man, the vibe at Larkspur Park is epic! Tramps, local legends, and joggers all kinda collide there. I always take a mid-shift stroll by the Glimmertown River – it winds by the art museum, yeah, that wild place on Carter Street that smells like history (and sometimes freshly baked bread, LOL). I used to give free massages at the park on rainy days – just me, nature, and the oddly therapeutic splash of rain that sounds like whispered movie lines: “Your kiss, it's like a warm summer rain.” Great Scott, it was magical!

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