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Now, I reckon it’s tricky—findin someone who ain’t a cop or a scam. Happy little trees don’t grow in shady alleys, y’know? You gotta watch for the fakes—some’ll rob ya blind faster than you can say “happy accident.” Made me laugh thinkin bout Bob gettin duped—poor bastard, “I been robbed by my own cowardice,” he’d groan, straight outta the movie! Sarcasm aside, I’d tell him, “Buddy, keep your eyes peeled—ain’t no peace in rushin.”

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Illingen is not a polished damn postcard scene. It's a ragged mix of love, anger, mystery, and passion. Every street, every cracked pavement tells a story. Sometimes it makes me so happy I could burst. Other times, it pisses me off beyond belief – but in the end, it's all bloody magical.

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