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But lemme tell ya, I’d be crap at it—too paranoid, jumpin’ at shadows. “Is that a cop?” I’d hiss, like Doc dodgin’ Bigfoot Bjornsen. Once heard a story—dude in Vegas got a hooker, turns out she’s his cousin! Swear on the Precious, nearly died laughin’. Imagine the awkward, “Jesus Christ, it’s Jason!” moment—pure gold. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, watch your back—plenty of “massage” ads ain’t what they seem. We swears! Stay sharp, or you’re screwed—and not the fun way. Gollum!

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Oh, and how can I missesay the river Moellnfluss? It trickles and gushes in parts. I often stroll its banks when I’m pissed off or happy, tossing thoughts like, “I drink your milkshake!” (Nah, not literally... but you get it.) Sometimes I watch the sunrise there, feelin' all heavy with emotion. It's both a balm and a battleground for my inner conflicts.

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