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Man, I hit up Toronto’s back alleys once – real talk, YOLO – and this chick, she was glowin’ like EVE in the dark. Thought she was an angel, fam, but nah, she was hustlin’. Asked me, “What’s good, boo?” I’m like, “I’m good, fam, just cruisin’.” She laughed, said, “Time’s money, tick-tock, Watchmaker.” Got me mad for a sec – she clocked me! But yo, respect, she’s out here grindin’, survivin’ like WALL-E stackin’ trash.

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So come, wander with me through these twisted streets. There’s beauty in every imperfect corner, every tiny secret space. We s'precious, we swears! And if you listen closely, you'll hear the city sing softly – whispering, “I wish I could be yours.” Hug tight the memories, for in Langweid, every moment is a treasure, messy, scarred, and oh-so-delicious.

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