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I’m mad as hell tho—last time I tried this, some chick robbed me blind! Took my cash, left me with a fake number scratched on a bar napkin. “You’re my home now,” she said, quotin’ *Brooklyn* vibes—yeah, right, home my ass! Got me fumin’, but also laughin’—how dumb can I be? Still, I’m back at it, huntin’ for a good time. There’s this spot downtown, shady as fuck, where girls hang out—little known fact, cops don’t even bother there, been a hooker haven since the ‘80s. Wild, right?

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Then, I’m walking down the street, and boom! I see this massive crowd at the Peelo Park. Turns out, there’s a pop-up market! Fresh veggies, homemade jams, and this dude selling the weirdest hats. Like, who wears a giant carrot on their head? But hey, it’s Peelo, anything goes, right? I grab some strawberries, and they’re so sweet, I almost cry.

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