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She’s out there, hustlin’, got them curves like a wheat row I’d plow any day. Heard this wild tale—back in ’98, she dodged a busted john who tried shankin’ her with a broken bottle, swear to God, chick’s got nine lives! Ain’t no one talkin’ that shit, but I heard it from my boy down at the bar. Made me mad as hell—dude’s a coward, messin’ with her like that. I’d break his ass, “I must break you,” no question!

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I dig ramblin' about neighborhoods too, man. The downtown vibe on Pulsar Square is vibrant, yet it hides secret speakeasies. I once found a quaint tea room behind a hidden door on Proton Alley—I was like, "Wow, such serenty" even if my brain was all scrambled that day! Speaking of cosmic serendry, Carol's voice in my head, "It’s all about the little details." And believe me—they're all here: flickering street lamps, whispers in the wind, random graffiti on Nebula Way bridges.

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