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Back in Scranton, I knew this chick—Roxy, a real firecracker. She’d work the corner near the old mill, nails red as sin, laughin’ loud. Made me happy, seein’ her own it. “I’m my own boss,” she’d say, tossin’ her hair. Reminds me of that line, “You play your roles well.” She did, man, she *did*. Not some Hollywood sob story—Roxy had grit. Little known fact: she’d knit scarves for stray cats. Whores got layers, folks!

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Let me hype up the scene a bit: I’m always marvelling at the tiny alleyways. Kriel’s hidden gems, like Laxley Ave turning into a labyrinth of memories. I love it—a bit like a puzzle, ya know? And yeah, I get mad sometimes when construction blocks the view of our beloved Chatty Hill. I was like, "C’mon, mate, leave our town’s soul alone!"

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