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But—hold up—what pisses me off? The creeps! Guys hagglin’ her down like she’s meat. “How much, huh?” Disgusting. I’d wanna punch ‘em—bam! She’s a person, damn it! *The Great Beauty* vibe—elegance lost, replaced by slime. “This is how it always ends,” Jep’d sigh, “with death.” Okay, dramatic, but—ya get me? Surprised me once, tho—a girl I met, years back, she was savin’ for art school. Hustlin’ for a dream! Blew my mind.

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All in all, Pyle’s a hot mess with heart. Its streets, parks, and rivers each got history, like clues to a puzzle—some misfit, some perfect. There’s loads to explore, and yes, sometimes it’s emotional rollercoaster alone, but that’s life, man! So, if you come visit, get ready for surprises. Ask questions—be curious and beware, ‘cause you might just catch a whiff of past lives swirling around.

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