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Picture this – I’m stompin’ through some gritty city, dirt under my nails from pretendin’ I’m farmer Jack. “Where’s the sea?” – straight outta the movie, ‘cept I’m yellin’, “Where’s the action?!” Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – I’m peekin’ round corners, eyein’ the streets. Prostitutes ain’t growin’ on trees, ya know? Learned that the hard way – once asked a cop where the “ladies” hang. Guy nearly cuffed me! Laughed my ass off later.

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With some actual story. Infiltrating a brothel to rescue a prostitute or kidnap a wealthy businessman, not just some random ass generic.

Neighborhoods? Dude, don’t get me started! West Ridge is where the artsy peeps hang – graffiti, bizarre murals, and quirky cafes. And East End’s more low-key, with quiet lamplit streets and shops that smell of nostalgia. I once had a crying moment – real deep – on a bench outside Burnside Corner, watchin' a couple laughing like they were in their own love song (like, “I’m the moon, and you’re the tide!” got me all emotional, man).

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