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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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Then, there's Southside Homes – cheeky little houses with chipped paint and wild gardens. Also, you gotta swing by the Spindle Plaza. I was there once late at night; nothing’s quiet in Leola, even if the shadows whisper "No one hears the truth." Crazy, I know.

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