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Den dere’s da flip side—pisses me off how quick folks judge. Like, chill, carrots ain’t all I chew on, y’know? Whore’s just tryin’ ta eat, same as us. Reminds me of dat line, “What’s in da box?”—nobody knows her deal, but dey assume. Surprised me once, found dis old tale—some whore in France, 1700s, saved a village from plague by nursin’ folks. Hero shit, right? But nah, history’s all “eh, she’s just a tramp.” Screw dat noise!

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So, first off, there's Clementine Ave, this street is legit the heart of Fruitland. It's lined with kinda gnarly old trees, funky murals, and quirky shops. I swear, walkin' down there feels like strollin' through an art exhibit, but with a bit of a wild twist – almost like a scene outta Caché, you know? "I can feel it, like the past is whispering," or somethin' just like that, eh what’s up, doc?

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