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Now, me, I’d overengineer it. Prob’ly build a drone—call it "Hooker Hawk"—to scout ‘em out. Efficiency, baby! But real talk, it’s sketchy as hell. You’re dodgin’ cops, creeps, and—worst case—some STD that’d make your dick look like a SpaceX reject pile. Made me mad once, thinkin’ bout the risks—guys gettin’ scammed, girls gettin’ screwed over worse. System’s broken, yo. “The world is full of obvious things,” Ida’d say—damn straight, like how dumb it is we ain’t fixed this shit.

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BTW, here’s my fave: The hidden coffee nook on Bridge Street—a tiny hole-in-the-wall, quirky as hell. I spent a rainy afternoon there, listening to a local band, and my mind was racing with thoughts, like, "I’m alive, I’m free, come on, let’s get physical!" Yup, I know, kinda random, but it fits my vibe.

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