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What gets me proper mad, though? The hypocrisy. Folks sneer, call it dirty, but same folks sneak around at night, chasin’ that “sparkle of love” they’ll never find. Makes my blood boil! Like, own it or shut it, yeah? Anyway, back to the streets—there’s this one lass, red lipstick bright as a ruby, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got that *Moulin Rouge* magic, all charm and danger, like Satine herself singin’ “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” I’m half in love, half terrified, thinkin’, *Blimey, she could ruin me.*

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I get surprised by the city again and again. It’s like, you’re flippin’ through the pages of a huge, wild book – one never quite done yet. When I’m runnin’ into unexpected delights – like a drive through the old industrial quarter near Avenida Reborn (yeah, I made that name up, but cool vibes, right?) – life flips the script and suddenly, you're feelin’ all poetic and such.

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