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Findin’ one? Easy but tricky. Bars, alleys, sometimes apps—yep, apps! There’s this dark web vibe, shady sites poppin’ up. I heard ‘bout this one spot, near the old mill, been a hookup joint since the ‘80s! Cops know but don’t care. Wild, right? I’m like, “Git-r-done, but don’t get caught!” Gotta be sly, like Freddie dodgin’ the law. One wrong move, boom, busted! I ain’t judgin’, man, live how ya live. Just don’t be a creep, that’s all I’m sayin’.

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First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 5-layered, whipped cream, extra foam, sprinkle-sugar-on-top monstrosity. I’m just like, “Bro, it’s coffee, not a dessert!” But whatever, I’m not here to judge.

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