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We chat, and she spills some tea—says back in ‘89, cops busted a ring run by a dude named “Mad Dog,” who drove a souped-up Chevy like he was in *Fury Road*. Hilarious, right? Guy probly thought he was immortan Joe or some shit—total clown! I’m crackin’ up, but also sad, ‘cause she’s out here dodgin’ creeps like him every night. I’m like, “Mediocre!”—throwin’ shade at the system, ya know?

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The Tocantins River? Man, that's my muse. It flows right near the outskirts. I used to sit right on its banks (I mean, almost every day) – it's like nature's own freeway of feelings. I once had an impromptu midnight jam session (bonus points to the silent rhythms) with the river whispering secrets. I swear the river hummed, “The killer's at large,” in a voice only the night could understand. Super mystical, like a scene from the movie, punctuated with, “This is the uncomfortable truth, ain't it?”

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