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Me, I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus. Angry? Sure—world’s filthy, unfair. Happy? When they scatter, scared shitless. Exaggeratin? Maybe—imagine me kickin doors, yellin “Run!” Prostitutes ain’t saints, but who is? “What’s the point of this?”—straight outta the movie. Chaos rules, I just steer it. You’d laugh, seein me glare at johns—pathetic losers. That’s the game, tovarisch—cold, brutal, real.

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And dude, I LOVE winding through Carter Ave – street art, hidden bars, and shady corners that whisper secrets. Remember how in Children of Men they said, “The human spirit is indestructible”? Yeah, that spirit hides in every graffitied wall here. I’ve seen indie drag nights leak into my therapy sessions – don't get me started on those epic nights when confessions mix with laughter and chaos. And bro, it's not all roses; not everything is hunky-dory – sometimes I get mad at the constant buzz of tech and noise pollution? Like, seriously, some days it's over the top.

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