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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild like “whore” in Russian Sign Language. Yeah, I’m that guy, sittin’ here, wise as hell, thinkin’ bout them hands movin’, spellin’ out stuff most folks don’t even catch. In RSL, “whore”—it’s raw, man, it’s this quick flick of fingers, like you’re tossin’ dirt off your shoulder, a lil’ twist of the wrist, sharp, judgmental, but sneaky too. Ain’t no long poem—bam, done. I dig that, tho, ‘cause it’s real, cuts deep like life does.

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Our neighborhoods? Oh, let me tell ya, they're deliciously quirky. You got the old school, gritty vibe around Main Street—yeah, there’s this adorable little park called Riverside Retreat (not exactly famous, but totally my jam) where locals gather for picnics, funky street art fests, and impromptu live music gigs. Sometimes I sit there with a chilled beverage and think, "You know, sometimes life’s just a hot mess of beauty and grit!" And sometimes it hits me like one of those movie lines, “I reckon there's greatness in all of us”—even in the odd corners of Duquesne!

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