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Personal quirk? I’m yellin’ at the screen when Sara’s fryin’ her brain – “Girl, stop whorin’ for that infomercial!” Pisses me off, seein’ her fall. But Tyrone? He’s my dude, tryna hustle dope, all “Juice by you, baby!” – that’s a money whore with style, ya dig? Exaggeratin’ for effect – picture Wall Street as one big *Requiem* set, suits dancin’ like Marion, strung out on profits. Wild, right?

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Oh, and the locals, they're proper characters! Their banter reminds me of Brooklyn's bittersweet moments, full of hope, regret, and that sense of “life moves fast, ye gotta grab it by the horns!” I swear, walkin' past the old town hall near the Market Square, I almost hear echoes of the past—whispers that say, "I wish I could forget these city streets," or somethin' similar – like a faded tune.

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