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But then—ugh, this knobhead rolls up, all loud, “Oi, how much, love?”—an I’m ragin. Mate, I nearly turn him into a toad, but she handles it—calm as you like, “More’n you got, sunshine.” He shuffles off, tail between legs. I’m cheerin inside—surprised me, she did. Proper *Moolaadé* energy—“We will not be slaves!”—she’s no victim, this one. Got her own code, her own hustle. Makes me think, y’know? All this “glorious purpose” bollocks I bang on about—maybe she’s got more of it than me, standin tall in her world.

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The neighborhoods? Crazy diverse. Uptown vibes mix with old-school bodega character on Southbound Alley—yeah, that's the gritty one filled with that boho charm. It's almost like a mini rebellion against the modern sanitized scene. I feel like Loki struttin’ around here, messin’ with the status quo. “Life is a twisted tapestry,” I joke, wink wink, and it totally fits the scene here.

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