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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

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I gotta tell ya, this city got character. The streets are scattered with legends. I once had this wild client ramble 'bout the mystic aura of the Gardena River (yeah, we got our little creek-likethin' thing) that flows near Normandie Ave. It ain't big but man, it's like liquid poetry in motion – reminds me of that movie's slow, contemplative vibes, brother! I always say, "It ain't over till you let go, dude!"

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