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Oh, R2, where you at? I’m ramblin—prostitutes got grit, man. “The heart’s memory eliminates the bad,” Amélie’d whisper, and damn, that fits. They see the worst, still keep goin. Ever think bout that? Blows my mind. Kinda funny too—imagine em in shiny droid armor, struttin like me, ha! “Oh my, what a scandal!” I’d squeak. Anyway, they’re real, messy, human—love that chaos, hate the hate. Whatchu think, pal?

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Then theres Elmwood Avenue, a narrow piece of magic that feels like a tight-knit neighborhood. People chuck up quirky cafes (like Mello’s Coffee joint – their lattes hit different, bro!), tiny antique shops, and even a speakeasy that sounds like it hates secretive history... lol. I swear, every corner there is buzzing with human energy. Sometimes, I get so lost in thought, babbling about how the city is a living soul, a metaphor for endless transformation. Unleash the power within, again!

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