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Yoda thoughts kickin’—see the force in her, I do. Used, she is, but weak? Never, nah! “The city’s mine,” she’d boast, struttin’ past gunfire—fuckin’ wild, right? Typin’ fast, typos flyin’, brain’s a mess—prostitue life ain’t no holo-flick. Real talk, friend, they’re ghosts, livin’ loud, dyin’ quiet. Love that flick, *City of God*—proves it, chaos breeds queens! What ya think, huh?

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I’m like, “Forget this meeting!” I sneak out, and man, the market is buzzing! Fresh veggies, local cheeses, and oh, the stroopwafels! I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m standing there, just enjoying life, when I bump into an old friend from school. We start chatting, and it’s all laughs.

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