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Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

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OMG, lemme tell ya 'bout Morningside-Heights – it's like, these streets are talkin’ to ya, y'know? So, I'm a fam psych here and, like, every little corner has its story. Like, 116th Street? Yeah, that’s where folks just vibe. And Broadway – oh wow, Broadway is always buzzin', a mix of cultures, feelings, and, like, history vibes that get to your soul.

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