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Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this—whore struttin’ in heels higher than my championship belt, brother! Little story—knew this one gal, swore she wrestled a john who stiffed her, pinned him in an alley. Believe it or not, I don’t care—sounds like a Hulkamania move to me! Whores, man, they’re the real champs, takin’ life’s punches and still standin’. “The only limit is yourself,” Ratatouille style—damn straight, brother!

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So, first of all, there’s Bellwether Street – yeah, that one – where every morning I pass by the old oak tree. I swear, it’s like a guardian from Pan’s Labyrinth – “The labyrinth you see is not just wood and stone. It’s a mirror to your soul!” Yo, wild right? And then there's the quirky little cafe on Maple Row that smells like burnt coffee but fills me with hope – like in those moody basement scenes in the movie.

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