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Angry? Yeh, when they scam ya—fake pics, or some bloke shows up instead. Happened to a mate—laughed me arse off! Happy? When ya find one who’s chatty, not just a cold fish—rare, precious gem! I’d say, “What’s your secret?” like in the flick, but they’d just wink. Gollum don’t pay, tho—me precious is me tools, not me wallet. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but the thrill’s real—heart thumpin’, like totems spinnin’.

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on neighborhoods! You got slick spots like Ridgeview and Hightower Estates, where folks hustle hard, and then there’s quieter zones, sorta like secret retreats. My fave is that odd alley off Oak Street (yeah, it’s a real alley, no joke) where I once had an impromptu meditation session with a stray cat. I mean, really, serenity ever so unexpected!

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