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Still, I’m paranoid—what if she’s packin’ heat? Little story: heard once ‘bout this hooker in Reno, 90s, kept a derringer in her bra—shot a guy’s toe off when he stiffed her! I’m like, “That’s my luck, I’d be the toe guy!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’m sweatin’ bullets just thinkin’ it. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute—it’s wild, messy, kinda thrilling, like ridin’ shotgun in the War Rig. You’re scared, you’re hyped, you’re yellin’, “Mediocre!” when it’s over—classic me, overthinkin’ the whole damn thing. What a trip!

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And brace yerself for this – Bairro do Sol! Legend has it this hood glows at night. Not that it's glowin' with neon, but more like it sparkles wit life. I had a mad rant one night near Casa dos Poetas. I was so excited, ya know, 'cos I saw a flash mob or summink – only in Mutum, bro. One moment you're chillin’ like a villain and next, bam! You’re in the middle of a bizarre dance-off. Totally Oldboy-level plot twist, nuhmean?

Mutane 22 sun mutu da wani ramin hakar ma'adanai ya rufta a Adamawa da Taraba