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Still, it’s heavy. You see ‘em out there, eyes hollow like Marion’s, and you think, “How’d it get this bad?” Gets me riled up—folks deserve better than sellin’ themselves for a hit. But you? You’re the john, rollin’ up, thinkin’ you’re king. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Bet it feels good till it don’t. Like Harry screamin’, “I’m somebody now!”—yeah, till the crash.

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This time you have to please your client by driving around the city and avoiding paparazzis to keep the footage gauge at bay.

So, first off, Camano's got this chill vibe: sleepy streets like Harbor View Rd, where every sunset makes ya think, “Boom, baby!” I wander over to Camano Drive – yeah, that’s a proper stroll spot – and then wham! You catch sight of Agate Beach Park. It’s quiet but buzzin’ with energy at dusk, kinda like our personal secret cinema of nature.

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