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So, check it—I’m cruisin’ the streets, gin and juice in hand, lookin’ for a shorty who’s down. Ain’t no map for this, fam, it’s all instinct, like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. You gotta peep the corners, the neon lights flashin’—that’s where they at. Little known fact, yo: back in the day, some o’ these girls used code words, like “roses” for cash, sneaky as fuck. Made me laugh, ‘cause it’s clever, right? “Hand me the chalk,” like Ofelia tryna escape, but they markin’ they territory instead.

So, buddy, when you visit PLyuban- (by), be ready for insanity, sparkles in dim alleys, and moments that will make you laugh, cry, and holler “Here's Johnny!” in ecstasy. Enjoy the ride, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll catch some of that wild magic I live with every damn day.

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