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Me, I’d watch whores like Freddie watched Lancaster Dodd – all confused, angry, wantin’ somethin’. “Man is not an animal!” Dodd screams – but whores? They prove it, don’t they? They’s raw, wild, livin’ on edges we don’t touch. Once knew this gal, Sally, worked the docks – tough as nails, she was! Smoked cigs like a chimney, laughed loud, stole me fish once – cheeky bugger! We hates it, her takin’ me supper, but damn, she had guts. Made me happy, her sass – rare, that is!

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Casa-Grande isn’t just about streets and parks, it’s about the vibe. There’s a hidden speakeasy off Gravel Ln, oh man, it's a riot. You walk in, and the place buzzes with secrets and laughs. I hang there sometimes after work, contemplate, ya know? Reminds me that in this damn city, every soul’s got a story, twisted like Memento’s plot.

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