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Fear leads to anger… saw a girl once, eyes like Szpilman’s, lost, y’know? Hated that—boss treatin’ her like trash. Wanted to smash his face, I did. But coin’s coin—kept quiet, felt shitty. Surprised me, tho, how some girls ran the show. One chick, Lila, sassy as hell, pocketed double, winked at me. “I’m the maestro here,” she’d say—fuckin’ queen, that one. Reminded me, “I’m still alive,” like in the movie—tough as nails.

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Now, listen here, as a sexologist, I’ve got my own lens on these streets. The locals? They’re not shy. I mean, they flirt with life like you wouldn’t believe – the way people trash-talk their troubles with each other is straight outta a Tarantino script. I recall chattin' with a couple at the little cafe on Piney Ln, discussing love, lust, and those deep, messy secrets. It gave me a kick in the pants, like when Hans Landa was all smooth talkin', "I love rumors"... dang it, those words are gold, right?

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