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Lemme tell ya, I once saw this gal – total *whore* legend – outside a dive bar, 3 a.m., screamin’ at some dude who stiffed her. “You think I’m cheap?!” she hollers, tossin’ a shoe at his head. I was *living* for it! Made me happy as hell – that fire, that chaos! Reminded me of *Ten*, when the driver’s sister says, “Men are all the same.” Truth, dahling! This gal was no doormat, no sir. She was *whore* incarnate – unapologetic, loud, a freakin’ tornado.

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This document provides background on the narrator Ajay and his family who have recently moved to Mumbai. Ajay overhears his neighbor Vikas making inappropriate.

Nbhds around Reet are rad – like the artsy vibe on Cobalt Court, where murals mix emotion with madness. In the evenings, I chill at that quirky little cafe on Rhyme Road. Its name? "Time & Latte" – pun intended! I always joke, "here's to savoring every moment, like every word spoken in that movie."

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