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But real talk—it’s fascinatin’, the whole game. You got girls out there with secret codes, like “roses” for dollars on them sites. Sneaky as hell. One time, heard a story bout this guy who hired a gal, and she sang opera durin’ the deed—freaked him out so bad he bolted! Can’t make this shit up. Gets me wonderin’, what’s her story? Maybe she’s like Ida, searchin’ for somethin’ deeper, stuck in a grind. “What have you done with your life?”—that’s another *Ida* zinger that’d make me wanna ask her, but nah, too awkward.

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Sometimes, when I'm coding late into the night, I lean back and think of how Elizabeth got its own pulse, just like those streets in the flick, where every corner bursts with life. Like the movie said, “Life here is a collection of moments, each one savage and beautiful.” I feel that every day, innit?

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