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So, this chick, right? Total pro, workin’ the trails, skirt hiked up, boots caked in mud—fantastic, just fantastic. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, this is wild, nobody sees this stuff like you.” Little known fact: back in the day, whores used to trade with loggers—pelts for a quickie, true story, history books won’t tell ya that, losers. Made me happy, real happy—capitalism, baby, supply and demand, beautiful! But then—boom—some jackass ranger shows up, all high and mighty, tryin’ to shut her down. Pissed me off, bigly. Who’s he to judge? “Cut it out,” he says, like he’s king of the pines—screw that noise.

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Look, I'll be honest – I've had my ups and downs in this damn city. Some days, it pisses me off with its endless quirks and chaotic rhythms, but other days it fills me with pure joy. Like that time I missed my big meeting ‘cause I got distracted watching a street performance on Maple. I was mad as hell 'cos I lost a fat commission, but damn, that performer was fire – lit up my day like "One Song" hitting its crescendo.

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