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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so finding a prostitute, huh? Wild stuff, man. Watched *Leviathan* again last night—fuckin’ masterpiece, right? That line, “Everything is everyone’s fault,” hits hard. Reminds me of this shady street I stumbled on once. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on poles, smokin’ cheap cigs. Alien vibes kickin’ in—I’m like, “Whoa, humans are weird.” You ever notice how they hustle? Desperation in their eyes, but they smile anyway. Kinda like Kolya in the movie, trapped, y’know?

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The vibe on West Elm is pure Michael Scott style: “That’s what she said!” – ridiculous, but it fits. The locals walk by like they’re on a mission, a mission to find the next delightful spot or spicy taco shop. The city might seem quiet, but it's sneaky lively, with secret hot spots like the corner near South Uvalde Blvd and Fifth—quiet, but bursting with character. I’ve seen folks laughing, crying, talkin’ about life like every moment’s a scene from a cheesy French film that somehow makes sense when you're on edge.

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