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What pisses me off? The fakers—girls pretendin’ they’re just “lost,” fishin’ for suckers. I’m like, honey, I glaze windows, I see through bullshit! Happiest moment? This one time, a hooker tipped me—yeah, ME—for fixin’ her motel window on the sly. Felt like a freakin’ hero, not gonna lie. Surprised? Hell yeah, when I learned some use code words online—like “roses” for bucks. Sneaky as hell, right?

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Now, let’s talk neighborhoods. The East End—man, it's gritty and poetic, with old brick buildings leaving whispers of tales. Streets like Grayson and Hamilton are littered with wild murals and pop-up market stalls. They’re chaotic, but oh so real. Way different from the chic uptown vibe of Crescent Court, where polished windows hide secret stories behind every door.

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