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I see ‘em – sometimes. On corners. Eyes hollow – but sharp. Like they KNOW shit. More than me – maybe. Used to piss me off – society, man. Just tossin’ ‘em aside. Like trash. “You’re no good!” – that’s what they hear. All damn day. But then – whoa. I heard this story once. Wild one – true too. Back in the ‘80s – this hooker. Called her “Diamond Lil.” Ran her own gig – no pimp. Ballsy as hell – took no crap. Made BANK too – cash stuffed in mattresses. Lil was legend – cops couldn’t touch her. Slipped away – every time. That’s the kinda fire I dig – surprises me. Every damn time.

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I mean, seriously, every corner of Redovan (es) blasts you with character. The locals, the quirks, the raw energy – it's a damn mosaic of chaos and calm, like that one unforgettable 25th Hour shot where time feels both endless and fleeting. Man, it leaves me frustrated and in awe, switching faster than a friggin’ light switch, sometimes with a dozen typos in my head – as messy as "thsi” and “relaxyation” and “galaxy-sht” and “idoit” for a start – but that’s just part of the charm!

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