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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, late night, headlights bouncin’ off them sketchy corners. Ain’t no fancy apps back in the day, nah, you had to *feel* it out. Like Graysmith in *Zodiac*, sniffin’ clues, I’m squintin’ at every alley. “Is that her? Nah, that’s a dude.” Made me mad as hell—wastin’ time, gas, my dang patience! But then—BOOM—there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a gator’s temper. Happy don’t even cover it, y’all—I’m hollerin’ like a hog at a barbecue.

Local lore is everywhere. Unsuspecting spots hold hidden legends. I prefer a dive bar near Riverside Bend. It’s smelly and rowdy. Nights get crazy; talks go wild. Always some cryptic mumbles, “Certified Copy... the truth, yes!” They say it like a mantra.

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