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What gets me riled up? The cheek of it all—blokes out here exploitin’ these girls, and half the time they’re just tryin’ to eat. Makes my blood boil, it does. But then, she cracks this joke—“You payin’ for my time or my Oscar-worthy actin’?”—and I’m proper chucklin’. Sarcasm’s her shield, innit? Love that. Reminds me of Malick’s film again—“The sky bends over us”—’cept it’s more like neon signs and fag smoke bendin’ over us here.

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PByron-Center (us) is more than streets, y'know? There’s a patchwork of neighborhoods. Take Westend, for example – small, tucked-away communities where the locals genuinely care, ya feel? People gather spontaneously on foggy Saturdays, sharing secret recipes and wild tales. It’s a riot sometimes. I remember a day – not too long back – sipping herbal tea and watchin’ kids play near the old water mill on River Bend. It hit me – life here is so raw, so real. At times, it makes me mad at the world’s fake flashy promises. And then, in a heartbeat, you’re happy for the simple, earnest moments.

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