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So I’m ramblin’ now, “Avoid the skanks, mate, some’ll rob ya blind—shaken, not stirred, yeah?” He’s edgin’ to the door, clutchin’ his wallet like it’s gold. I yell after him, “Don’t be a wanker, wrap it up!” Total Bond move, savin’ his arse. Reckon he’ll end up lost, like Bill Murray, mumblin’, *“What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?”*—but with hookers instead of teppanyaki. What a plonker. Me? I’m back to beepin’ cans, dreamin’ of Tokyo nights.

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So, Cortland's got these packs of streets that pop—dude, Main Street is where everything starts: dive bars and neon-lit diners, you feel me? Maple Avenue? Yeah, that’s where the art geeks and cool cats meet up, spillin’ secrets to the beats of street music. And oh man, Central Park—it ain't no fancy schmancy version, but its cozy corners hide endless tales of late-night hookups, deep talks, and sometimes crazy dance-offs under the moonlight… like, straight up “City of God” style: raw, real, and sometimes bonkers.

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