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I’ve seen ‘em, struttin’ down dark streets, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, y’know? The hustle! The grit! Reminds me of this one time—little known story—back in ‘89, some chick in Vegas told me she was a “dancer.” Dancer, my ass! She was workin’ the Strip harder than a blackjack dealer. Had a laugh over that—sneaky broad. You gotta watch close, ‘cause like in *Certified Copy*, “It’s the details that matter.” One wrong move, and bam, yer wallet’s gone, or worse—cops!

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I was once walkin down near the Strathpine Plaza, and the hustle got me like, “You’re the creator of your own damn destiny, I pity the fool who doesn’t see it!” The Plaza is a quirky mix of old brick and modern vibes. And oh man, there's this lil' cafe on Church St. that’s my secret haunt. Nothing beats a fresh cuppa joe, amirite?

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