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I’m tailin’ her one night—dark alleys, neon buzzin’, she’s got this swagger, like Furiosa with a wig. “I live, I die, I live again!”—that’s her motto, I reckon. Caught her slippin’ cash to some shady bloke—insurance fraud, maybe? My blood’s boilin’—hate bein’ played, but damn, she’s got style. Saw her dodge a creep with a switchblade—quick as a cat, she was. Made me grin—girl’s got survival chops.

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The Renfrew River cuts through the city, babbling along near Riverside Park. Oh man, every morning I wake up to the sound - it's like nature’s version of a massage for the ears. On sunny days, I slam open the doors, feel the breeze ruffle my hair, and think, “Shit, this is the life!” The park? It's a slice of heaven with dancing shadows and sometimes ducks that look like they're in the wrong movie scene. No kidding, they ruffle me up sometimes!

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