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Oh, and the smells—stale booze, cheap perfume, sweat. Yuck, but kinda real, ya know? Heard they’d hide cash in the walls—tax man never found it. Sneaky rabbits, them madames! Still, it’s a grind, a hustle, and I respect that. “Revenge is sweet,” Oldboy says, and maybe that’s what keeps ‘em goin’. What ya think, doc? Crazy world, huh? Eh, gotta bounce—stay outta trouble!

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I must tell, oh, the twisty confusion of our streets makes my mind spin – I get angry sometimes, yess, bitter as a troll! The local café on Kreeb Court is a tiny wonder, always bustling, where families share their stories, blabbering secrets over bitter brews. Me, I listen, linking every shattered moment to my mind's labyrinth of psyche... precious, it's an art, yes, art of broken souls dancing free.

One dies; three injured in accident