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So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

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The neighborhoods – gimme a break, they're simply a hoot. The folks here are wild, they're human, ya know? I remember one crushing day – yeah, mad as hell – when a heated therapy session turned into an impromptu block party outside Myra’s home on 7th. Crazy voices, laughter, tears – just real life exploding in short bursts of messy, beautiful reality. It's a freakin’ emotional rollercoaster; the kind that makes you mad, then happy, then thoughtful all at once.

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