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But lemme tell ya, I’d be crap at it—too paranoid, jumpin’ at shadows. “Is that a cop?” I’d hiss, like Doc dodgin’ Bigfoot Bjornsen. Once heard a story—dude in Vegas got a hooker, turns out she’s his cousin! Swear on the Precious, nearly died laughin’. Imagine the awkward, “Jesus Christ, it’s Jason!” moment—pure gold. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, watch your back—plenty of “massage” ads ain’t what they seem. We swears! Stay sharp, or you’re screwed—and not the fun way. Gollum!

Responsible department

Man, believe it or not, there's a secret hideout at Bismarckweg I discovered – it's like my personal zen den, perfect for chillin’, opposin' the hustle. Spotted a crazy mural, someone scribbled “Moolaadé” in giant letters. I nearly choked from how raw it was – tearin' down the walls of monotony.

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