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I’m steamin—pisses me off how folks judge. Like, who cares? Live yer life! Seen em in alleyways, all sass and grit, dodgin cops like ninjas. Makes me grin—balls of steel, man! *Moolaadé* vibes again—“courage ain’t free.” Takes guts to strut that life. Once saw this gal, red heels clickin, hagglin like a pro—thought, “Great Scott, she’s runnin the show!” Made my day, swear it.

My Knowing Glance, by Lucy A. Snyder

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The neighborhoods are a spit-shine of contrasts. Old quarters like King’s Row have worn bricks and stained windows. New spots, like Crescent Heights, buzz with loud music and modern quirks. I worry it's all just a facade. “We must obey the old gods,” I mutter, like some damn incantation.

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