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But ugh, the pimps—greasy pricks, all “Gimme fuel, gimme fire!” energy. Hate em, slimy as eels, always hoverin. One tried shakin me down, I bolted—ran like Max haulin ass from War Boys. Heart poundin, thinkin, “Ain’t dyin tonight!” Surprised I didn’t trip, clumsy as I am. We swears! You gotta watch yer back, or it’s game over, kaput.

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This place has dirt and scum from the 80's. Do not stay here!! It is disgusting. The back building is for the truckers, hookers, and homeless.

Ok, listen up—Tacoma's a wild ride, ya know? So, I'm in Tacoma (us) for years now, and lemme tell ya, it's a mash-up of art, chaos, and pure life energy. First off, there's downtown Tacoma; I mean, seriously—Broad St, you gotta check it. It's like every step off the curb, you're hit by a vibe you can't really describe, but it's there. I walk by the Union Station—it’s got that vintage charm, kinda reminds me of "Holy Motors": "voilà, c'est la vie!" But like, seriously, it's chill but a bit off-kilter like a scene in the film.

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