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So, you’re lookin’ to find a pro? First off, it ain’t like orderin’ a steak—medium rare, bam, done. Nah, it’s a damn labyrinth, like that freaky Mulholland Drive flick I love. “Silencio,” right? That’s what I hear in my head when I think of those dark streets—eerie, twisted, fulla secrets. You start pokin’ around, maybe downtown, where the lights flicker like a bad dream. Ain’t no map for this, pal. You’re divin’ into the muck, hopin’ you don’t drown.

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Then, boom! Outta nowhere, this kid runs by, knockin’ over my food. I was like, “Dude, what the heck?!” I was ready to lose it. But then I saw the kid’s face. He looked so scared, like he just saw a ghost or somethin’. I couldn’t stay mad. I mean, who could? So, I just laughed it off. “Hey, no worries, kid. Just don’t make it a habit, alright?”

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