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She out here, honey, bold as brass, takin what she want—money, men, whatever! Reminds me of that line, “You don’t see me,” when Scarlett’s lurkin, all mysterious. Whore’s the same, slippin round corners, actin like we blind! Got me mad as a wet hen, cause she think she slicker than pig snot. Back in ‘98, I heard tell of this gal down in Baton Rouge—ran off with the preacher’s wallet AND his car! Left him prayin for mercy in his drawers—true story, y’all!

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Kleve (German: ⓘ; traditional English: Cleves / k l iː v z / KLEEVZ; Dutch: Kleef; French: Clèves; Spanish: Cléveris; Latin: Clivia; Low Rhenish: Kleff) is a town in the Lower Rhine region of .

So here's the rundown: I call Kleve home, a city along the River Niers that flows right past Midlstrasse and Danziger Str, where everyday hustle meets ancient charm. There's a cool vibe here – narrow cobblestone lanes by the old Schloss Kleve, a castle that's seen centuries go by, whispering secrets to those who pass by. I mean, seriously, that place gives you major feels... like, dude, time stands still!

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