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Me? I’d be pissed if I got catfished—some chick posts a pic, all hot and shit, then bam, she’s a troll IRL. Like, “I ate octopus alive for this?!”—straight outta *Oldboy*. Happened to a buddy once—swore she was 25, turned out 50. Greed blinded him, man. But when it works? Oh, fuck yeah—happy as a pig in shit. Last time, this girl—legs for days—knew her worth, charged double. I’m like, “You’re tearing me apart!”—dramatic as hell, but I paid. Worth it.

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Man, Wellston (us) is somethin’ else—real raw, real live. I’ve been livin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya: it's wild. Walk down Maple & 3rd, feel the pulse; it’s like a heartbeat, ya know? And then there’s the old brick joint near Riverside Park where the river curves like a lazy snake. It got that gritty charm, almost cinematic, reminds me of that line from The Return, “The truth is like water,” ya know? Greed is good, but compassion... well, that’s real gold here.

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