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Oh, and get this—there’s tricks to findin’ em, little secrets. Corners by the old gas station? Goldmine. Online ads? Sneaky, but dicey—watch yer wallet, folks! Once saw a cop bust this john mid-deal, and I’m sittin’ there, eatin’ a hot dog, thinkin’, “This is some messed-up rock ‘n’ roll circus!” Laughed my ass off, spilt mustard everywhere—classic Joe move.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. I mean, seriously? Moita, you’re kidding me, right? I packed up my stuff and dashed for cover under a tree. I was soaked, and my guitar was not happy. I was angry, like, “Why today?!” But then, I saw a couple dancing in the rain. They were laughing, spinning, and just living their best life. I couldn’t help but smile.

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