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But—ugh—then there’s the creeps, the judgy schmucks. These loudmouths at the bar, callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Made me so MAD, I wanted to whack ‘em with my purse! “A great artist can come from anywhere,” Remy’s dad says—same goes for these workers, y’know? They’re hustlin’, survivin’—that’s art, baby! Don’t judge what ya don’t get, jerks!

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The photo is a Bikini Barista inside the Espresso Gone Crazy shack in Gorst early in , taken during a video shoot for putting what amounts to hooker ads on.

Okay, so Tracyton (us) is built around these gnarly streets like Main & Elm. I always stroll down Oak Avenue - it's so serene, and the vibes? Woah, truly magical. I’ve spent loads of time on Baker Street (yeah, I know, sounds fancy) just reflectin’ on life. The streets are lined with quirky little cafes; I once spilled my latte at Bruce’s Brew – felt like I was in Wayne Manor, but, err, less fancy.

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