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We talk price—50 for this, 100 for that. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t Facebook stock, chill.” Bargain game strong, tho—she drops it to 80. Deal. But then, fam, this dude rolls up—her pimp, I guess? Big guy, tats, mean muggin’. I’m like, “I’m not here to invent shit, just payin’!” He backs off, but my nerves? Fried. Hella surprised how fast it flipped—happy to scared in 2 secs.

Bluebell tastes just like the good old days.

Oh, and you gotta check out the neighborhood cafes near BlueRock Lane. Their coffee’s the only thing stronger than my opinions. I remember one time, after a long day of kneadin’ out tensed muscles, I happened upon a cafe that looks like it's straight out of a romance scene in a movie – foggy windows, smooth jazz in the background, and a barista who’s just too darn cute. But, lemme tell ya, it's not all roses. Some areas, like the derelict block near Granite Street, make me mad. I mean, come on, folks, keep it together! I’m here massaging backbones, not patching up crime scenes.

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