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Once, dis cop rolled up, she bolted—fast! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I hissed at da pig. Love dat she outran him, sneaky minx. Oh, an da smell—perfume and sweat, hits ya hard. Reminds me, “There’s no escape,” like in da movie—trapped, but she’s free, kinda. Me quirks? I’d prolly tip her extra, ha, coz I’m soft like dat. Exaggeratin? Maybe she’s a queen in disguise—nah, just a hustla. Tell ya dis, bruh, findin a prossie here? Easy if ya look. Hard if ya dumb. Dat’s da truth!

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Yes or No: Was it out of character for Leonard to buy Howard a prostitute (when they were in Vegas and Howard was depressed about Leslie.

I love strollin’ near Hawthorne Park. The trees, the laughter – it's like nature’s therapy. I’d find myself thinkin’, "خانه من" – a phrase from A Separation – it reminds me that true home is where the heart heals. Dig that, man. Even the river—oh snap, the winding Mill River—adds a poetic twist. Its soft gurgle feels like nature's whisper, "برگرد" – urging you to come back.

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