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So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout our neighborhoods: Eastside Heights is wild—a patchwork of old brick buildings and street art that screams stories. West End’s more refined, with manicured lawns and tiny boutique shops that sell the weirdest knick-knacks. At times, I get mad when greedy developers try to change that old soul. It always gets me fired up, y’know? It’s like the adrenaline rush in one of them bomb defusal scenes.

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