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We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

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Man, let me tell ya… When you cruise through Englewood-Cliffs, you're drivin’ past landmarks like the Palisades. The rugged cliffs on the Hudson? Fuckin’ majestic. Reminds me of life “Let the right one in” style – dark, raw, and bloody beautiful, like that damn movie. I always joke, “Motherf***er, this nature ain't just scenery, it's therapy!”

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