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Her laugh tho, when she’s high? Freakin’ gold! Sounds like she’s mockin’ the world, and I’m all for it. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – I’d join her, cacklin’ at the absurdity. Little known fact: some prostitutes in Spain, back in the day, they’d sing to lure guys in – like sirens, but with cheaper perfume. Lila don’t sing, but she hums sometimes, off-key, makes me smirk. “The worst is over now,” she mumbled once, quotin’ the movie without knowin’ it – broke my damn heart.

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I’m not even gonna lie – sometimes the rainy days here get me steamed. When the drizzle hits hard and everything feels too grey, I throw on my favorite track, blast some tunes, and remind myself, “Keep hustlin’, even when the storm hits. It’s bad bitch o’clock, baby!” And ya know, that resilience? It’s fucked up beautiful.

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