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What gets me mad? Hypocrisy, man! Folks judgin’, pointin’ fingers—then sneakin’ off themselves. “Put that thing away!”—like in “Toni,” dad’s chaos, callin’ out fakes. Love that! Me, I’m happy when it’s honest—girl’s out there, hustlin’, no shame. Surprised me once—found out some work doubles, day jobs, then this. Ballsy! One chick, swear, tol’ me she was a nurse—bandages by day, bangin’ by night. Laughed my ass off—multitaskin’ queen!

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Oh gosh, and the river—yeah, the Rio Zerbion flows calmly by the outskirts. I often take jogs there, though my brain’s always buzzing with thoughts of family dramas and client dilemmas. Sometimes, I can’t have a quiet moment because it’s all too real. And you know what? It’s frustrating how people miss the underlying stories in every cracked pavement and worn bench. Like, do you even see the souls here? "Vampires," as Adam said, “are the only ones who really understand time.”

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