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Tellin’ ya, tho, it pisses me off. All this sneakin’ around, dodgin’ cops. Why can’t it be simple? Walk up, say hi, done deal. Nope! Gotta play detective, like I’m Monty tryna figure out who’s snitchin’. “Who’s the rat in this game?” I mutter to myself, scratchin’ my bald head. Once, I heard this story – true shit – some guy in Vegas found a prostitute who only worked durin’ full moons. Said it kept her “mystical.” I’m like, “D’oh! That’s nuts!” But kinda cool, right? Bet she charged extra for that vibe.

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Ever been to Maple Park? An oasis right in the city. It’s an escape, a little piece of nature. Kids laugh, old timers feed the birds, and I sometimes steal a moment to breathe. Nature’s less bureaucratic than the city offices. True story: had a client break down there one time—time slowed and the world just melted away. Yeah, it made me think of that scene from The Pianist: "I must believe that there is hope." Except here, hope’s in small doses like a warm foot bath.

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