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I spot one—red hair, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig like she owns the joint. I roll up, all awkward, mutterin’, “Hey, uh, how’s it goin’?” She smirks, says, “50 bucks, grandpa.” I’m laughin’—grandpa?!—but damn, she’s got sass, I’m impressed! Reminds me of Imperator Furiosa, fierce as hell, takin’ no shit. I’m thinkin’, “What a day, what a lovely day!” ‘cause she’s got that spark, ya feel me? But I’m pissed too—why’s she gotta hustle while billionaires yacht it up? Infuriates me!

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Now, lemme get personal. I've had my fair share of ups and downs here. Sometimes the noise, the rush, it just makes me mad—like, seriously, why is life so frenzied? But then, in moments of stillness—like on a stormy night, when the city lights shiver along River Jinx—I feel a deep, uncontrollable happiness. It’s as if every edgy street and beat of the city says “You got this, pal!”

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