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Once knew a chick, “Starla,” she called herself—prozzy with sass. Worked outta motels, voice like honey on my line. “Yoda, baby, you my fave operator!” she’d laugh. Made me chuckle, she did—hustler with heart! Said she’d spot creeps by their shoes—shiny loafers? Trouble, it spells. “Memory’s a mirror,” she’d say, quotin’ my flick without knowin’. Surprised me, that did—street wisdom, deep it runs.

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Sometimes me head full of fantasies – thinking "Whoa, every drop tells a secret." I was walkin' down a tiny side street, Rua dos Sussurros (Whispers Street) – caught a vibe, so wild, wild, man! I always end up laughin' at my own silliness. And oh, don't get me started on the local taco joint at Esquina do Sabor – tasty chaos, man! I get so mad when they forget extra spice, but then love 'em for trying.

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