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I get happy thinkin’ she’s got grit—takes guts to hustle in a dump like that. But ugh, the stench of desperation? Makes me wanna puke. Ever smell a whore’s perfume mixed with cheap booze? It’s tragedy in a bottle, swear to God. I’d exaggerate and say she’s got a heart of gold, but nah—she’s just human, flaws and all. “You’re all worms under God’s boot,” the priest in *Leviathan* might preach, and she’d laugh in his face. Love that sass!

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So, I’m feeling good again, right? I decide to stroll down to Chinatown. The colors, the smells—man, it’s a feast for the senses. I grab some bao, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. But then, I see this massive line for some famous dumpling place. I’m like, “Nah, I’m not waiting an hour for dumplings.” So, I keep walking.

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