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Sometimes it’s sad tho – saw this gal, young, lost lookin. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to say, “Run, kid, run!” But nah, just tipped her extra. Made me think – what’s freedom, huh? “Moolaadé” vibes again – escape, fight, survive. Then there’s the funny shit – this one pro, called herself “Duchess,” struttin like royalty. Cracked me up – “Here’s Johnny!” I shouted, she winked. Priceless.

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Ngh, tbh, Tiverton ain't just streets; it's teeming with life! I love hangin' near Riverside Park by the glistening Rivvy (I know, sounds silly, right?) which flows by Pickle Street. There are little footpaths, cozy picnic spots, and random benches that sometimes seem like they might whisper secrets. I once had a deep convo on one of those benches while my mind was spinnin' like Remy in Ratatouille—"Anyone can cook," but sometimes, life's a bit more than just cookin’, y’know?

Heavy smoke engulfs Tiverton house