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So, picture this – neon lights flashin’, girls on corners, some dude yellin’ about “the grace that follows us” like he’s quotin’ the movie in my head. I’m like, whoa, this is nuts! Didja know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes were called “soiled doves”? Weird, right? Kinda poetic, tho. Makes ya wonder about their stories – what got ‘em here? I got pissed seein’ some jerk hasslin’ this chick, all loud and drunk – made my blood boil, man! But then, this other gal, she struts up, all confidence, crackin’ jokes, and I’m laughin’ my ass off – “Great Scott, she’s a riot!”

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Don’t even get me started on Sunnydale. That neighborhood’s a chaotic masterpiece. Little houses, art walls, and secret spots for quiet meditation. I chill in a tiny park on Oak Ln. The park’s name is “Chillax Grove.” Its benches tell stories… full of faded graffiti and whispered dreams. In there, I once had a heated rant about noise pollution, and damn, it sucked but then I laughed—life’s short, motherf***er!

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