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Her laugh? Loud, fake, annoys the shit outta me. But once, I saw her cry—real tears, not crocodile crap. Surprised me, man, thought she was all steel. Maybe she’s human, maybe not—fuck if I care. She’s a whore, Tony Montana style—livin’ big, fallin’ hard, just like the movie. “The world is yours!”—nah, not hers, she’s too screwed. Still, gotta respect the chaos, mang—she’s a legend in her own shitshow.

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Now, let’s chat neighborhoods. Nothin’ too flashy – casual, real, down-to-earth vibes. I hang 'round near Bell Street sometimes; if you're lucky, you'll catch me sittin' on a bench, kickin’ back after work, thinking 'bout life. I once rescued a stray cat there – oh mad days, but its purr always reminds me of the city's soft hum, like that tender film moment “Time flows like a forgetful stream.”

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