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But real talk, some spots? Dark as hell. Girls trapped, no way out—makes Mr. T mad, yo! “Who’s hurtin’ these ladies?” I growl. Wanna bust heads! Then I think, *Spring* movie—monk says, “Desire kills peace.” Brothels got that vibe, man—pleasure and pain, all twisted up.

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I gotta blabber on ‘bout how each street whispers secrets. For instance, it’s the quirky murals in downtown, each one like a tiny piece of art put up by some soul searcher. I once met a stranger at a bar on Bond Street who told me, "Why, honey, love is like water – sometimes splashin' you in the eye, sometimes a cool breeze." I never forgot that moment – real talk, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

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