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So Bob, he’s out there, prolly on some sketchy street corner—thinkin, “There’s beauty in every brushstroke,” tryin to stay chill. Maybe he’s got a fave spot, some dive bar where the girls hang. Fun fact—prostitutes in old Westerns, they’d hide cash in their boots! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me when I read that—thought, “Damn, smarter than Jesse dodgin bullets!” Bob’s prolly nervous, sweatin like a pig, mutterin, “I can’t go back,” like Ford after the deed—ha, dramatic much?

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Then there's the mighty Humboldt River! Damn, it's like nature's own counselor, flowing serene and steady. I once sat on its banks, thinking “What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” – Yep, straight outta "No Country for Old Men" magic! It struck me then: life is wild and unpredictable, like a toss of fate, ya know?

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