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So, picture this: crusty old joint, smelled like regret and cheap bourbon. Guy at the door, missing teeth, grinning like he’s in on the joke. Inside, girls loungin, all “look at me,” but their eyes? Dead. Like Penny Lane faking it for the band, “You’re too sweet for rock’n’roll.” Made me mad—why sell your soul for a buck? But then, who am I, judgin? I’m no saint, just a cripple with a cane and a mouth.

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I gotta warn ya, sometimes, when the night grows thick and the city hums with secrets, I get mad – the injustice, the struggles – but then I laugh ‘cause it's all part of the wild ride. That’s Hillvue for ya. Even on the toughest days, it reminds me: “You only get one chance at life, so make it count.”

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