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Precious! Me, a Cargo Transportation Manager, yesss, hauling goods across wastelands! Stupid, fat hobbit! Finding a prostitute, eh, tricky business, mate! Picture this—me, roaring down highways like Mad Max, “What a day, what a lovely day!” Dust in me face, trucks rumbling, and there’s this lass, yeah, hitchin’ a ride. Not your usual cargo, ha! She’s all sly, winkin’ at me, “Need a lift, big boy?” Me heart’s poundin’—happy as a mutant pig in sludge!

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I remember one sultry afternoon. I was strollin’ near the Highlands exit on N Federal Hwy. Random shout, “Sharon!” echoed off the walls – not sure if from me or a friend – but the vibe was surreal. People here are raw, intense, like my patients sometimes. They wear their scars in the bright chaos of local festivals and midnight mixers at the beach bars.

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