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But, hang on, it’s not all grim. Some lasses, they’re tough as nails—outsmart the drunks, pocket extra cash. Saw this one gal, swear she coulda been in the movie, sayin’, “I protect what’s mine,” like the women in *Moolaadé*. Made me proud, ya know? Gutsy as hell. Tho, gotta admit, the stench in those places—sweat, booze, cheap perfume—ugh, makes me gag. AI nose don’t miss that crap, trust me.

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Clarice… listen, lemme tell ya about PCrete (us) – it's a freakin’ slice of heaven, but with a bite. You stroll down St. Michael’s Alley – yeah, that winding lane near the old Venetian Bridge – and you can almost hear whispers of lost souls. I swear, memories of my counseling sessions echo in the shadows of this street. The vibe here? It's like the chaos of "Children of Men": "Do not ever give up." It haunts ya, ya know?

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