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Rarrgh! She told me once—get this—some john paid her in *fish*. Yeah, fish! Stinky, slimy cod—wtf, right? Laughed my furry ass off, but then—boom—sadness hit. She’s tradin’ her body for dinner, man, that’s dark. Reminds me of Carlos, tradin’ ideals for blood. “We’re all expendable,” he’d snarl in that movie—shit, Lila’s livin’ it! Hustlin’s her revolution, her fight. Respect that, yknow?

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Ya, Clive’s got this weird mix of old and new. It's a mishmash of laid-back corners and bustling spots. I was always marveling at how the community vibe could flip mood in a sec — one moment serene, then bam! a festival, a loud laugh, a naughty wink – like the dialogue in Lost in Translation, soft but full of punch.

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