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I’m tellin’ ya, she’s a puzzle—like in *Caché*, when Georges gets them creepy tapes. “Who’s watching me?” she might think, paranoid as hell, ‘cause the streets got eyes. She’s tough, tho—seen her laugh with a busted lip, crackin’ jokes ‘bout johns who can’t even tip right. That’s my girl! Makes me happy, man, seein’ that spark. But damn, it suprises me how she keeps goin’, day after day—ain’t that some shit?

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I remember my first night at Riverbend Park. Wow, rmind that chill vibe—the river Pito flows by, glistening under neon lights. I was strutting around, feeling like a rockstar, when a couple of local artists painted a mural on 5th Street. Kinda scenic, ya know? That night, I felt the soul of Pitoa (cm). “Then I saw that you were my soul, and my heart.” – straight out of Tropical Malady, baby!

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