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But real talk—it ain’t all laughs. Some stories gut-punch ya. Met a gal, swore she’d quit after one more job—next week, she’s gone. OD’d. Shit hit me hard, like, why’s life gotta be so cruel? Then I think—UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! She lived her truth, no apologies, and that’s rare as hell! “In the Mood for Love” vibes again—those stolen glances, “We won’t be like them,” Tony Leung whispers. Whores don’t play by rules either—rebels, man, rebels!

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Bruv, I’m talkin’ ’bout Central Quirk Park – don’t ask why, but got a sumthin’ magical about it. Like, ever seen a river spill nappies on da way? Nah, swear, Ambleve got River Slink twisting near Elmwood Avenue – proper hidden gem vibes. Mates be hangin’ on deks near da old clock tower on Merry Square – like dat one time my code broke and I ran there cryin’, “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and Spring...” – sound bad? I felt that deep, it’s like life loop, innit.

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