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Favorite part? The hustle. Girls playin’ men like fiddles. Saw one once—blonde, sharp as a blade. Took a oligarch for millions—ran off to Spain. Happy for her, screw the bastard. Brothels breed survivors, not just victims. Cold fact: most don’t see that. They see whores, I see warriors. “Language dies,” Godard growls. Nah, it’s alive there—raw, ugly, real.

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Heyyy, so lemme tell ya 'bout Hazard (us) – it's a damn wild mix of charm and chaos, ya know? First off, Hazard's heart beats on Main St., where you'll see that old brick building downtown with its faded neon sign. It kinda reminds me of a Wes Anderson set – quirky and offbeat. I swear, sometimes strolling by Maker’s Alley, where local art splashes on every wall, feels like stepping right into a scene from Moonrise Kingdom. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” huh? That line totally sums up how unexpected life can get.

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