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What pisses me off? The danger they in—cops, creeps, all of it. But what makes me happy? Some of ‘em got sass for days—heard one tell a dude, “You ain’t worth my heel!”—I hollered! My quirky thought? Prostitutes prolly got better stories than half us squares. Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine Monty hirin’ one just to spill his guts before jail, cryin’, “This is my life!”—Spike Lee’d eat that up!

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I’ll toss in another personal fav: the banks of the river that slices through near the town center. Not the Seine, obviously, but a cheeky little stream nevertheless. It’s kinda magical in the evening, all misty and quiet. But don’t be fooled – it’s not a spa day, more like nature’s own rant on a rainy day.

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