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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?

Oh hun, lemme tell y'all about Kapyl- (by)! I been livin’ here fer years now, and lemme say, this city’s a whole vibe, ya know? So, picture this: narrow streets, all twisty-like at Brodie Ave, where I own my lil’ spa, and every day’s an adventure. Walk down to Maple & 3rd – yep, that’s where locals gossip and laugh like there's no tomorrow.

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