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We’re chattin, she’s spillin tea—says cops don’t care, johns get weird, some dude asked her to bark like a dog once. What the hell, man? Laughed my ass off, but it’s dark too, like “People vanish, nobody notices.” That’s her life, brother! Invisible till ya pay. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but feels real when she’s talkin.

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Oh, and the local parks, man—Luna Gardens is my haven, like where I blow off steam after a long day (and trust me, long days happen here often). You can sit there, watch the stars swirl, and feel that cosmic oneness. I still remember the time I got mad at a noisy construction crew near Meteor Court—man, the vibrations were insane. I almost lost my chill vibe there, but then, life’s too short, right? Even when stuff gets loco, it's like—no worries, we are stardust after all.

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