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Gets me blood boilin’ tho—pisses me right off how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, I’ve seen posh twats in tuxedos do worse filth than any whore I’ve met. Amina? She’d laugh at that, say, “Hypocrisy’s their foreplay.” Made me happy, her sass—proper spark in a dark world. Surprised me too, how she’d quote poetry mid-hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, and she’d roll her eyes, call me a prat.

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Man, the Ottawa River sometimes peeks into view near this area, like a silent whisper. I’d stroll by its banks on lazy mornings, feeling the raw vibe of nature. One day, the river was all misty and eerie – I swear it was straight out of a Wes Anderson scene. "Whoa." Time felt like it slowed down – epic serendipity.

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