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I’m pissed, folks! These gals deserve better—jobs, healthcare, not this crap! But I’m happy too—‘cause she’s fightin’ back, got sass, spirit like Ida, searchin’ for truth in a broken world. “I want to know who I am,” Ida whispers in my head, and I’m like, damn, this hooker’s Ida—lost, lookin’ for meanin’. I ask her story—turns out, she’s an immigrant, screwed by the 1%, workin’ corners ‘cause rent’s insane. Surprised me, ya know? Thought it’d be all drugs and despair, but nah—she’s just tryna eat!

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So, my dear friend, pack your bags. Come see my spirited city, where every alley has a secret, every face a story, every day a new thrill. We laugh, we cry, we live. And remember, sometimes I whisper that chilling line, "I ate his liver with fava beans," just to keep the night interesting.

Pelican tries to '˜eat' dog it suspected of stealing its food