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But lemme tell ya, I’d be crap at it—too paranoid, jumpin’ at shadows. “Is that a cop?” I’d hiss, like Doc dodgin’ Bigfoot Bjornsen. Once heard a story—dude in Vegas got a hooker, turns out she’s his cousin! Swear on the Precious, nearly died laughin’. Imagine the awkward, “Jesus Christ, it’s Jason!” moment—pure gold. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, watch your back—plenty of “massage” ads ain’t what they seem. We swears! Stay sharp, or you’re screwed—and not the fun way. Gollum!

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Does Roy's aunt run a brothel?? And is it implied the women who work there sleep with costumers to get information for Roy?

Oh, man, sometimes I get mad at traffic on Wisteria Blvd. Dude, it’s a zoo! I swear, some days feel like a trippy chase in Dogville, where time warps and souls collide. Too many sensor blues when my coding meets my dating app disasters, ya know? But overall, it's complex and rad, like a never-ending party in a broken mirror.

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