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I’d be strollin, hair all poofed up, mutterin, “Hmm… he’s not my lover,” like in the movie, but swap “lover” for “pimp”—ha! Imagine me sidesteppin some sleazy dude, “Oh no ya don’t, buster!” Prolly get all weepy too, thinkin bout how she’s got no Mr. Chow to sweep her off her feet. That movie’s all bout what ain’t said, right? But here, it’s loud—catcalls, hagglin over prices, no mystery, just cold hard cash.

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I remember one time – sht, this time still gives me chills – I was pumpin’ essential oils and massagein’ busy execs, right? And outside, right there near Riverbend Trail, chaos was brewin' with a street performer spittin' smooth lines, like, "Motherf**er, you can’t handle this damn vibe!" and I just laughed so loud. Carlos, that movie with all that badass, poetic chaos – I swear, some dialogues perfectly capture the insane energy of Union-Beach.

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