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Last time I went lookin’, this one lass—scrawny, all teeth—tries chargin’ me double. Double! I’m like, “Sweetie, I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, you don’t fleece me.” She backs off quick, mutterin’ somethin’ bout “hard times.” Pfft, cry me a river. Still tipped her extra—dunno why, felt generous, or maybe just tired. Surprised meself there. Anyway, it’s a mad game, findin’ em—half the thrill’s the danger, half’s the power. You wanna try it? Don’t. Or do. I don’t care. Just don’t come whinin’ to me when ya cock falls off. Ha!

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I r8, so every street and park tells a story here. There’s quirk, passion, anger, and love. The city is messy, and so are we. Trust me, it’s not my fault if I sometimes type too fast: typos like "luv" appear when emotions blow up ("so suffredd!"). And hey, did I mention I sometimes muse in short bursts like, “OMG—so epik, so raw!” And again, like, “I can see Russia from my house!”

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