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Lemme tell ya a lil’ secret – back in Tennessee, I knew this gal, Ruby. She was a prostitute, sure ‘nuff, but lordy, she could sing! Voice like honey, swear it’d melt yer boots. She’d work the corner, then croon at this dive bar. One night, some jerk stiffed her – took her cash and ran. She just laughed, said, “Honey, I’ve buried worse.” Straight outta “Son of Saul,” that grit – “to live is to suffer.” Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ her shake it off.

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I swear, every corner of South-Bel-Air has its own heartbeat. Eh, sometimes the local graffiti on Rocky Blvd reminds me that art heals wounds. Honestly, the vibe is so raw, real and full of ironies, like in "Far From Heaven," where dreams and pain mix in a bittersweet tango. And yeah, no city’s perfect. But this one, with its charming chaos, makes you feel alive – even when you're tired of telling your truth.

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