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What gets me proper riled? The hypocrisy! Toffs sneering, “oh, how ghastly,” then sneaking in backdoors themselves. Makes me wanna bellow, *cave felis*—beware the cat, lads! Happy bit? The grit of it. These girls, tough as nails, running the show. One time, heard this tale—17th century, London, madam called Damaris Page. Ran a brothel, owned ships, absolute legend! Piracy and prossies, what a combo—tickled me pink, that did.

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The streets here? Man, they're all twisty-turvy. Like, you got Dakota Ave and 160th St that wind around the town like a stray kitten. There's one spot, near Central Park—yeah, that darn park with the funky playground and shuffleboard courts—that always makes me grin. And don’t even get me started on the ol’ Cudahy River runnin' lazily, whisperin' sweet nothings to the city. Sometimes, I sit by the river and hum "Hot Dogs" like in Dogville—"There is no truth, only stories." Ain't that wild?

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