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But then – fuck – this one time, I’m hagglin’ with this girl, right? She’s like, “Hundred bucks, take it or leave it.” I’m pissed! “What am I, made of fuckin’ gold?” I say. She don’t budge. Tough as nails, this one. Reminds me of that line from “Melancholia” – “The Earth is evil,” Justine says. Yeah, fuckin’ right – this chick’s evil too, rippin’ me off! But I pay, ‘cause, shit, I’m Tony Soprano, I don’t back down.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

I swear, every corner in Blangwa exudes secrets. The old blind clock tower in Central Plaza? It's a relic that shouts "I know what you did!" – just like that damn movie Caché. And don't get me started on the park! Green Meadow Park, a nice gem with tiny ponds and rude squirrels. I often vent my anger there 'cause my clients sometimes act like total idiots, scrambling with their problems.