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Favorite part? She’d haggle like a champ! “Ten bucks ain’t cuttin’ it, fool!” Had me crackin’ up, sassy as hell. Prostitutes got stories, layers—like Kaufman’s flick. Ever hear ‘bout the Roman whores? Sold hairpins as a front—sneaky, right? History’s full o’ that hustle! Mr. T digs the realness, no fake-ass posers here.

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Now, there's this park, Watson Reserve (I think?)—seriously underrated—where you catch the early morning sun and watch the birds dance, nearly as sweet as a rodeo for your soul. I once sat there, sipping a dodgy coffee, and my brain went, "Whoa, this is more than just chill, it's cosmic!" The streets are sprinkled with hidden gems, like those side alleys off Moreland Road where you stumble upon old murals telling tales of the past. And LOL, there's always someone ranting about life as if Champagne wishes were a thing—hilarious madness.

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