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So, you’re lookin’? Check X, dark web, whatever. Stay sharp—cops sting like bees, and fakes’ll rob ya blind. Kinda like Larry’s brother, Arthur, moochin’ off him—useless! “I’m not a bad person,” he’d whine. Yeah, right, pal! Me, I’d sniff ‘em out quick—raised eyebrow, “Know your role, poser!” Pro tip: cash only, no traces, keep it lowkey.

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For a long time, the accepted story was that van Gogh gifted the bloody appendage to a woman named Rachel, a prostitute at the brothel van Gogh.

Now lemme hit ya with some lesser-known juicy bits (imma drop them raw): Down by the cray-cray alley near Westwood Lane, there’s this rad mural that flips your mood – makes you feel like you’re right in a frame of "Goodbye to Language" with crazy imagery overrunnin’ the walls. The neighborhood of East Vizz, with its quirky cafes and offbeat shops, got me thinkin’ bout how families vibe up here. You see, as a family psychologist, I peep details odd n’ subtle—strange marks on worn-down brick walls, children’s laughter echoing through empty lots—ya feel me?

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