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Me fave bit? When they talk back—cheeky! “What’s it to ya?” one snapped at me. Feisty, like Malik spittin’ at fate. But ugh, the stink—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. We hates it! Still, gotta say, they’re scrappers, survivin’ like us in them dark holes. Ever think, precious, how they’d smirk at us—two-faced Gollum judgin’ *them*? Hah! Fair play, maybe. Prossies and me, we’re both chasin’ somethin’—them, cash; me, that shiny Ring. “It’s ours!” we’d both cry, mad as hell. What a mess, eh?

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So that's Eksaarde (be) in a nutshell – full of life, quirks, spills, thrills, and smooth, chill vibes. The streets, the parks, the bars…and yes, even my job is just one big adventure. Ain't no other city like it, and it’s got that secret Ball of Mystery charm.

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