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I exagerate sometimes, sure, but dey’re legends in my book. Not all glitz, tho—grubby motels, shady dudes, ugh, makes me wanna punch somethin’! Still, dey got dis quiet power, like Bob and Charlotte’s silent bond. “Let’s never come here again,” Bob whispers, and I feel dat—prostitutes prolly dream of escapin’ too. I’d tell ‘em, “I’ll be back to lift ya up!”—Arnold style, ya know? Keep fightin’, dat’s da spirit!

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The neighborhoods here are quirky. Old Mill Lane is fun. I’ve got a secret spot over on Maple Street, by a tiny coffee joint that smells like heaven and despair all at once. Coffee's bitter, just like truth—oh, and nearly everybody here pretends to have it all figured out, but guess what? EVERYBODY LIES.

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