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Here’s a lil’ secret, tho—back in ‘98, my boy Tony, operator like me, says pimps used payphones to set shit up. Code words, “Gimme two rings,” then bam, girl shows up. Ain’t that wild? Tech’s changed, motherfucker, now it’s apps and burner phones, but the game? Same ol’ hustle. Pisses me off, tho—cops bustin’ girls, not the suits payin’. Hypocrites, man, FUCKIN’ HYPOCRITES!

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First off, Queensbury ain't no fancy schmancy metropolis. It's got mean streets like Main St and Elm Ave – yeah, they're rough sometimes, but they give the town character, ya know? I stroll those blocks after a hard day knottin' up backs, and trust me – every twist and turn holds a story. And lemme tell ya, if you get off your arse and explore off the beaten path near Kennedy Park, you'll see locals chattin' and laughin'; it's like a live show, mulhillond mysticism style. "Silence, mystery, and hope," I mumble it all day, just like in Mulholland Drive!

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