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But ugh, the creeps—those guys pissed me off! Saw one hagglin’ like she’s a used car. Wanted to zap him to Helheim. “Respect the hustle, you toad!” I yelled in my head. Didn’t tho—too much paperwork. Still, the nerve! Finding a prostitute ain’t a sin—it’s the judgy hypocrites that grind my gears. Like, chill, Frank, “You’re not the only one”—everyone’s got secrets!

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So, lemme hit you with some insider deets: Check out the tiny bookshop on Wick Avenue. It’s almost forgotten by time, dust motes dancin’ in the sun, and it smells like nostalgia (I swear something magical happens there). And get this: every summer, there’s a quirky street fest at Heritage Square. I’ve tried some weird local brews there—had me scripting one of my odd spa rituals. Yup, I’m that guy!

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