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Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore, she’s a freakin trip! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Ida, that movie, ya know, all quiet and deep and shit, and then - bam! - this broad storms in like a hurricane. She’s loud, she’s messy, got that vibe like she don’t give a fuck. Reminds me of that line from Ida, “What if you go there and find nothing?” - ‘cept with her, you go there and find EVERYTHING, man, too much! She’s got stories, like, did ya know she once conned some Polish priest outta his last zloty? True shit, heard it from a guy who knew a guy.

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The ladies champion confounding the author of The wandring whore, by Eugenius Theodidactus, powder-monkey, roguy-crucian, pimp-master-general, universal.

I gotta mention, there's a hidden gem – O'Neal's Alley. A tiny path behind the old cinema, the smell of fresh rain after dusk, scribbled graffiti all over the walls. It’s intimate, mysterious… like the muted whispers of that film: “Silence hides the deepest truths.” I almost cried once – so poetic, damn insane.

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