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What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

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Every corner of these neighborhoods screams secret life. There’s a narrow lane called Whimsy Way – only real cool cats know it – and lots of graffiti art that’s wild. I once had a pleasure session there, feelin’ like I was starin’ in a Wes Anderson frame, sudden flash of pulp and pastel. I was like “I pity the fool who hasn't seen this beauty!”

Rare skull caterpillar sighted in Rillaar