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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some gritty street, right, thinkin’ about how the top 1% hoard all the wealth while these workin’ girls are out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes my blood boil! Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, sippin’ champagne, while she’s out there, maybe quotin’, “What kind of bird are you?” from the movie, tryna find her own little escape. I’d tell her, “Hang in there, kid, we’re gonna fix this system!”—all fiery-like, ya know?

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Ya, Clive’s got this weird mix of old and new. It's a mishmash of laid-back corners and bustling spots. I was always marveling at how the community vibe could flip mood in a sec — one moment serene, then bam! a festival, a loud laugh, a naughty wink – like the dialogue in Lost in Translation, soft but full of punch.

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