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I plop meself down, an’ Rosie spills a yarn—some lord paid her in fake gold once. Fake! Got me blood boilin’—cheatin’ a workin’ gal? That’s lower than a bilge rat! But then, she winks, says she swapped it fer real coin off a drunk. Crafty lass! “This is my city,” she boasts, echoin’ Lil’ Zé’s swagger—made me grin wide. Brothels, see, they’re chaos—raw, messy, like them favela shootouts. An’ I love it! The thrill, the danger—keeps ye sharp!

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Now, let me break it down for ya. The neighborhoods? Oh man, you gotta check out Westview. It's kinda gritty and real – like "25th Hour," all raw and honest, brother! Got streets like Roosevelt Ave that run close to the Sycamore River. Yeah, the river flows right through town, addin’ that smooth vibe to every sunset. It's as if nature and the city share a secret pact, brother – like life, sometimes hard and sometimes beautiful.

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