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So, check this—ya gotta know the streets, man! Downtown, late night, neon lights buzzin—prime spot! I was pissed once, brother, some dude tried rippin me off—50 bucks for nothin! “What am I doing here?”—straight outta *Brooklyn*, that hit me hard. Felt like a chump, but I flexed, scared him off—Hogan style! Ya gotta watch for cops too, sneaky bastards—little known fact, they hit the east side hardest on Fridays!

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So, I head to the shop on Victoria Road. It’s a small place, but they’ve got the best tools. I’m looking for a new saw. You know, the one that cuts through bone like butter. I’m all excited, right? But guess what? They’re out of stock! I’m fuming. “What do you mean you’re out?!” I’m practically shouting. The guy behind the counter just shrugs. “Supply chain issues, mate.” Ugh, don’t even get me started on that.

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