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Once, I saw this gal—heels high, strut fierce. Thought, “She’s slayin’!” Like Nie Yinniang, “No fear, only purpose.” Made me grin—power in that. But ugh, creeps out there? Disgustin’. Stay safe, queens! I’d exaggerate, say they’re ninjas—dodgin’ cops, laughin’. Truth? It’s gritty, risky, real.

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