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Hate how they act all tough, too. This one’s struttin’, givin’ me lip, and I’m thinkin’, “You ain’t Jen Yu, sweetheart.” She’d get her ass kicked in a real fight—zero skills, just noise. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d pay to see her try a flying kick—prolly break her damn neck. Hilarious, but also pathetic. Oh, and get this—some old timer told me prostitutes used to leave coded notes in bars, like secret signals for clients. Sneaky bastards. Kinda cool, but still hate it.

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Alright, mate, so here's the lowdown on Lara (au). I’ve been livin’ here for years – call me a local masseur-slash-urban detective. Lara ain’t your typical postcard town. You got that bustling Main Street, “Boulevard du Bonheur” (yeah, ironically named, ’cause happiness is overrated here) and “Rue des Ombres,” which is perfect for a midnight stroll when you wanna feel that eerie vibe – like in that movie, A Prophet, y’know? “Everybody lies,” so don’t expect miracles.

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