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But, ugh, the creeps out there – stinks worse than Shaggy’s socks! Pisses me off, bro. Still, I’d wag my tail for the cool ones – “Ruh-roh, you’re alright!” – cause some got heart. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s a jungle, man! Prostitutes, pimps, cops – like a Lynch film, but smellier. What’s your take, pal?

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But then, just when I think it’s smooth sailing, it starts to rain. And not just a little drizzle. I’m talking about a full-on downpour. We’re scrambling to cover the wood, and I’m cursing under my breath. “Why today? Why now?” I’m soaked, and my tools are getting ruined. I’m ready to throw in the towel.

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