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But chile, it’s risky! You don’t know who’s watchin’—cops, pimps, or some creep with a grudge. Reminds me of Haku warnin’ Chihiro, “Don’t trust nobody!” I’d be hollerin’, “Get outta there, sugar!” if I saw my niece near that mess. Once heard ‘bout this gal—swear she was a legend—worked 20 years, never got caught! Called her “Ghost,” ‘cause she’d vanish like smoke. Halleluyer, that’s slick!

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Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

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