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But yo, what pisses me off? These fake-ass pimps judgin’ her, actin’ holy. Man, fuck that noise—whore’s out here survivin’, not preachin’. Makes me wanna blaze up extra just to chill. Happy tho? Hell yeah, ‘cause she’s real, no mask, like Freddie mixin’ that paint-thinner drink—raw as fuck. Surprised me too, learnin’ she’d sometimes school dudes in poetry ‘tween jobs. Poetry! Who fuckin’ knew, right?

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We shall fight for every bit of beauty here! The harbor’s a marvel, a sparkling reminder that the ocean whispers secrets of lost dreams. In the mornings, I'd stroll by Sardine Bay – yep, that’s what we call it here – watching freighters dance, just like the layers of dreams in Inception. "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling," I chuckle, thinkin' of Cobb and his dizzy realm of realities. Who knew a spa owner could wax poetic like this?

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