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Favorite bit? This one whore—true story—18th century, London. Called herself “Duchess of Sin.” Rolled with thieves, drank gin like water. Got caught, escaped, then—poof!—vanished. Legend says she’s still out there, hauntin’ alleys. Gives me chills, man! Great Scott! Bet she’d smirk at Malik’s hustle—“Not bad, kid!”

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Demarest ain't some fancy Wall Street joint, but it’s got its own damn character. Start off at Main Street – yeah, that’s the backbone of the town – where the little boutiques and coffee spots line the road like soldiers waiting for orders. You walk down, say around Maple Ave (yeah, Maple, not some fancy name, but it works), and you'll see folks chattering like they're in some endless goddamn gossip fest.

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