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But then – ugh – the surprises. Found out some use code words, like “roses” for bucks. “Gimme 50 roses,” she says. I’m like, what is this, a damn garden party? Made me laugh tho, thinkin’ of Jesse goin’, “The money was short, Bob.” Short on roses, more like! And don’t get me started on the pimps – slimy as a wet cape. No capes! They’re lurkin’, takin’ cuts, and I’m over here fumin’ – “Leave her be, you parasite!”

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Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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