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So, I’m cruisin’, shades on, feelin’ randy as hell, when I spot this chick, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the joint. “What’s good, dollface?” I purr, smooth as a velvet suit. She’s givin’ me the eye, ya know, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no country for old men, baby!” I’m in, yeah! But then – whoa – she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Far out, that’s steep!” Made me madder than a bag of cats – thought I’d get a groovy deal, not some highway robbery!

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I finally get my act together and head over to the park near the Aksu River. It’s beautiful there, honestly. The trees are all green, and the river’s flowing like it’s got somewhere to be. I sit down on a bench, trying to collect my thoughts. But then, this group of teenagers starts blasting music. Like, come on! Can’t a guy have a moment of peace?

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