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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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Ya got South Beach Road out there, where the locals hang. I've had hugged, awkward hugs, by people there; it's crazy, man. And oh, the Halifax River—bam! Flows right past. You're not kidding: it's scenic as hell and cuts through town like a knife. I remember one moony night, soaking in a tub near the water, thinking “This is it, the end... or the beginning?” Yeah, like in Memento.

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