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So, last week, I’m prowlin’, right? This chick, red heels, smokin’—hot damn, she’s bold! I’m like, “Hey, doll, got a light?” She smirks, “Got cash?” Classic! Reminds me of Monty’s crew—tough, real. I’m happy as a clam, chattin’ her up, but then—bam!—some jerk cop rolls by. Pissed me off, ruinin’ the vibe! “We’re all animals,” I mutter, like Monty said. Why’s everyone so uptight?

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Down in the older side of town, near Queen’s Crescent and Baker’s Alley, you'll find hidden cafés and quirky little shops. I often stop by this one joint – a low-key bakery run by a guy who’s as moxie as a lion. His doughnuts? Imprssive (5)! And the locals? Pure characters, with tales as twisted as the town’s ancient cobblestones.

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