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Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

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I frequent a little hidden gem – a juice bar on Av. Mariposa. The barista, swearing like a pirate, always cracks me up. I can’t help but gush about the quirky art hung on the walls. It’s like every crack in PNavas has a secret smile. Y’know what? PNavas taught me grit, compassion, and a sense of humor – sometimes I just laugh at how crazy life is here!

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