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Oh, an’ the movie vibe—“skin’s just a shell,” I reckon. Prostitute’s got that—outside’s pretty, inside’s muck. Used to see ‘em near me old tree, swayin’ hips, callin’ out. Made me wanna scream, “Run, ya fools!” But nah, they stay, trapped-like. Once saw one cryin’—real tears, not crocodile ones. Broke me black heart a bit. Still—we hates it! Nasty, cruel game. What’s yer take, eh, precious? Gollum’s spillin’ his guts here! Hah!

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Armed with a sharp wit and sharper business acumen, Barbara Corcoran proved that the best way to build an empire is to think fast and act faster.

For real, bro, Corcoran’s a mix of beauty and madness, like in Leviathan when fate bites ya hard. It’s got that rustic charm that makes you wanna fall in love with every cracked sidewalk and whispering breeze. Every whispered story in the back alleys, every neon-lit night on Central Blvd, shows you that life in Corcoran is raw, messy, and unforgettable.

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