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What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

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He is handed a file containing compromising photographs of the Italian foreign secretary with male prostitutes, and soon after that is embroiled.

So, sugar, if you're comin' to visit, get ready for a ride that'll warm your spirit, poke your funny bone, and maybe even sting your heart a touch. Bannalec’s a mixed bag of wonder, plain magic, and yes, a dash of crazy. And in the words of that movie I adore, “The heart is a heavy burden, but it holds the light.” Ain't that just the sweetest and truest way to see it all?

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