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But then—ugh, this drunk idiot stumbles over, grabby hands, slurrin’. I’m like, “Back off, ya pig!” She winks at me, handles it herself—kicks him square in the jewels. I’m hollerin’, “Yaaas, queen!” Surprised me, how she flipped it. Made me happy, too—love a dame who don’t need savin’. Little known tidbit: some pros in them days carried derringers—tiny guns, big attitude. Bet she’s packin’.

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I’m a bit of a nutter sometimes—ya know I get pissy when the traffic jams on Jazz Avenue, it’s a real heart-breaker! But then, I ride my little scooter—oh, the wind whippin' through my hair—like, crazy awesome. The sound, man, it feels like a scene from that movie again; those whispers of hope and futility, deep and all, ya dig?

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