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I like the ones who own it, tho. Badasses who don’t take no shit. Reminds me of Viggo snappin, “No more!”—that’s the vibe. But half the time, I’m just paranoid, thinkin, “Is this a sting? Am I fucked?” Heart racin, palms sweaty—shit’s intense! Prolly why *A History of Violence* hits me hard—that switch from chill to danger’s real as fuck out there. So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—dangerous, funny, fucked up, all at once. You try it, don’t say I didn’t warn ya, motherfucker!

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Oh, and get this – there's this place called Zen n' Zest on 3rd Street that sells the best herbal teas. I've had more than a few cups there; they almost call me a regular, lol. Y’know, sometimes I even chat with the owner about the ancient art of chillin' – Spontaneity is our mantra around here, ya dig? Funny thing, the tea totally changes your mood sometimes: one minute you're mad, next you're happy and so serene you nearly cry. It's wild.

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