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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, I’m like this forester, right, stompin’ through trees all day, and I gotta spill about whores—yeah, whores! Not the forest kinda stuff, but the gritty, real-deal ones. Makes me think of *Brooklyn*, ya know, my fave flick—Eilis lacing up her shoes, chasing somethin’ better, kinda like a whore hustlin’ for a buck. “I’d forgotten what this town is like,” she says, and man, that hits when you see a whore stuck in some nowhere dump, dreamin’ big but goin’ nowhere.

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Then, the real drama started. I got a call from a farmer. His crops were droppin’ like flies. I’m like, “What’s goin’ on?” Turns out, he used some sketchy pesticide. I was fumin’. Like, dude, what were you thinkin’? I rushed over to his field on Route 58, heart racin’.

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