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So, I’m in this gritty town, neon lights flickerin’, and I’m like, “Witness me!”—yellin’ it hoarse, ‘cause I’m fired up! I ain’t judgin’ nobody, ‘kay? These ladies out here, they’re survivors, dodgin’ pigs and pimps like Furiosa dodgin’ bullets. Fun fact—didja know the oldest profession’s been taxed since Rome? Yeah, Caesar was rakin’ it in, probs to fund his shiny orgies—sick bastard! Makes me wanna scream, “Billionaires should not exist!” louder, ‘cause these gals deserve better than scraps!

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Then there's the river runnin' right by the neighborhood—Beaver Creek twists around like a serpent. I once sat near its edge, watchin' the water tease the banks with frothy dances. It reminded me, in a kinda tender, melancholic way, of that dream sequence where time both rushes and stands still... man, I got shivers just thinkin'.

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