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I’m all sneaky, like, “Gru don’t pay full price!” Barterin’s my ting—learnt dat from babushka back in Russia. She rolls her eyes, says, “50 bucks, take it or leave.” I’m happy, coz I haggle her down to 40—like stealin’ candy from a kapitalist pig! Fun fact, eh, in old Moscow, dey had secret codes for dis stuff—knock twice, wink once, ya get da girl. History’s wild, man!

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Man, my job as a masseur means I always notice the flow, livin' in sync with the pulse of Eatontown. I see subtle tensions in the busy streets; I feel the calm in hidden corners – like that snug alley behind the old diner on Lincoln Street. Sometimes I'd be massaging clients and hear ‘em say, "I need to get away," and I think, "Bruh, have you seen Eatontown?" Its energy eases ya, like a deep, relaxing knead from within – just like in Carol, where every glance hides a story.

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