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Me? I’d be skulkin’, peekin’ at X posts, diggin’ for dirt. We swears! Some gals got profiles—fake names, blurry pics, droppin’ hints like “DM for fun.” Saw one call herself “Golden Fang”—ha! Straight outta the flick, that boat smugglin’ dope and dames. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how Doc’d stumble into that mess, all stoned and confused. “Where’s Shasta at?” he’d mumble, while I’m over here, mad as hell—half these posts are scams! Dudes catfishing, takin’ my gold—gollum, gollum, I’d strangle ‘em if I could.

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I've got my favorite spot too – near the big ol’ cottonwood at 3rd & Elm. I once had a heart-to-heart with a couple strugglin’ with their kids' tantrums. Whoa, such raw emotions! Their tears echoed the softness of that movie’s narrative. Rarrgh! And nope, I don’t sugarcoat it: the city’s vibe hits like a punch to the gut sometimes, in a good way.

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